Summary

John Webster,  The Tragedy of the Dutchesse of Malfy (1623)

“ Or one th'wood-yard, that can quoit the sledge,
Or tosse the barre, or else some lovely Squire
That carries coles up, to her privy lodgings.
Card.
You flie beyond your reason.
Ferd.
Goe to (Mistris.)
'Tis not your whores milke, that shall quench my wild-fire,
But your whores blood.
Card.
How idlely shewes this rage?
Which carries you, as men convai'd by witches, through the ayre,
On violent whirle-windes, this intemperate noyce,
Fitly resembles deafe-mens shrill discourse,
Who talke aloud, thinking all other men
To have their imperfection.
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