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| Character | Hipolito | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | In love, Depressed, Lamenting, Complaining, Frustrated, Insecure, Afraid | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Year | 1604 | |
| Period | 17th Century | |
| Genre | Romance, Drama, Comedy | |
| Description | Hipolito despairs about Infelice's death | |
| Location | ACT I, Scene 1 | |
Summary
The play is set in Milan and has 3 main storylines. In the first the Duke of Milan has feigned his daughter Infelice's death so that she can end her relationship with Hipolito, who he detests since he is the son of an old enemy. Hipolito however, can't get over it, and finally when he learns of the set up by the Duke of Milan, he is reunited with Infelice and they get married.
This scene is the first of the play. We are at Infelice's funeral procession. Hipolito is attending with his friend Matheo. He asks the Duke to see Infelice's body but he refuses. Hipolito doesn't belive that she is dead and he argues with the Duke. Matheo holds him back and tries to get him to reason. In this monologue Hipolito despairs about Infelice's death and swears in front of his friend that he will never even look at another woman again.
This scene is the first of the play. We are at Infelice's funeral procession. Hipolito is attending with his friend Matheo. He asks the Duke to see Infelice's body but he refuses. Hipolito doesn't belive that she is dead and he argues with the Duke. Matheo holds him back and tries to get him to reason. In this monologue Hipolito despairs about Infelice's death and swears in front of his friend that he will never even look at another woman again.
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| HIPOLITO Curs'd be that day forever that [robb'd] her Of breath, and me of bliss: henceforth let it stand Within the wizards' book, the calendar, Mark'd with a marginal finger, to be chosen By thieves, by villains, and black murderers As the best day for them to labour in. If henceforth this adulterous bawdy world Be got with child with treason, sacrilege, Atheism, rapes, treacherous friendship, perjury, Slander, the beggar's sin, lies, sin of fools, Or any other damn'd impieties, On Monday let 'em be delivered! I swear to thee, Matheo, by my soul, Hereafter weekly on that day I'll glue Mine eyelids down, because they shall not gaze On any female cheek. And being lock'd up In my close chamber, there I'll meditate On nothing but my Infelice's end, Or on a dead man's skull draw out mine own. [MATHEO You'll do all these good works now every Monday because it is so bad, but I hope upon Tuesday morning I shall take you with a wench.] HIPOLITO If ever whilst frail blood through my veins run, On woman's beams I throw affection, Save her that's dead, or that I loosely fly To th' shore of any other wafting eye, Let me not prosper, heaven! I will be true, Even to her dust and ashes: could her tomb Stand whilst I liv'd, so long that it might rot, That should fall down, but she be ne'er forgot. |
