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| Character | Beatrice?De Flores??? | |
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| Scene type / Who are | Flirting | |
| Type | Serio-comic | |
| Year | 1612 | |
| Period | 17th Century | |
| Genre | Romance, Tragedy, Drama | |
| Description | Beatrice sweet talks De Flores in order to get him to kill Alonzo | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene 2 | |
Summary
The play follows two plot lines. The main regards Beatrice, daughter of Vermandero, the governor of Alicante, and her love for Alsemero. The conflict comes from the fact that her father has betrothed her to a noble lord, Alonzo de Piracquo. She has her servant De Flores, who is in love with her, murder Alonzo.
In this scene Beatrice sweet talks De Flores in order to convince him to kill Alonzo for her. Beatrice has always treated De Flores without any respect and De Flores acts very surprised at the beginning. Then Beatrice asks him to murder Alonzo and De Flores accepts, thinking that he will have a chance to have sex with her.
In this scene Beatrice sweet talks De Flores in order to convince him to kill Alonzo for her. Beatrice has always treated De Flores without any respect and De Flores acts very surprised at the beginning. Then Beatrice asks him to murder Alonzo and De Flores accepts, thinking that he will have a chance to have sex with her.
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| [A chamber in the castle] DEFLORES [Aside] I have watch'd this meeting, and do wonder much What shall become of t'other; I'm sure both Cannot be serv'd unless she transgress. Happily Then I'll put in for one: for if a woman Fly from one point, from him she makes a husband, She spreads and mounts then like arithmetic, One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, Proves in time sutler to an army royal. Now do I look to be most richly rail'd at, Yet I must see her. BEATRICE [Aside] Why, put case I loath'd him As much as youth and beauty hates a sepulcher, Must I needs show it? Cannot I keep that secret, And serve my turn upon him? See, he's here.-- Deflores. DEFLORES [Aside] Ha, I shall run mad with joy! She call'd me fairly by my name, Deflores, And neither rogue nor rascal. BEATRICE What ha' you done To your face alate? Y'ave met with some good physician; Y'ave prun'd yourself, methinks: you were not wont To look so amorously. DEFLORES [Aside] Not I; 'Tis the same physnomy to a hair and pimple Which she call'd scurvy scarce an hour ago: How is this? BEATRICE Come hither, nearer, man. DEFLORES [Aside] I'm up to the chin in heaven! BEATRICE Turn, let me see. Fah! 'Tis but the heat of the liver, I perceive 't. I thought it had been worse. DEFLORES [Aside] Her fingers touch'd me; She smells all amber. BEATRICE I'll make a water, for you shall cleanse this Within a fortnight. DEFLORES With your own hands, lady? BEATRICE Yes, mine own, sir; in a work of cure, I'll trust no other. DEFLORES [Aside] 'Tis half an act of pleasure To hear her talk thus to me. BEATRICE When w'are us'd To a hard face, 'tis not so unpleasing; It mends still in opinion, hourly mends: I see it by experience. DEFLORES [Aside] I was blest To light upon this minute; I'll make use on't. BEATRICE Hardness becomes the visage of a man well; It argues service, resolution, manhood, If cause were of employment. DEFLORES 'Twould be soon seen, If e'er your ladyship had cause to use it. I would but wish the honour of a service So happy as that mounts to. BEATRICE [Aside] We shall try you.-- Oh, my Deflores! DEFLORES [Aside] How's that? She calls me hers already, my Deflores!-- You were about to sigh out somewhat, madam. BEATRICE No, was I? I forgot. Oh! DEFLORES There 'tis again, The very fellow on't! BEATRICE You are too quick, sir. DEFLORES There's no excuse for't, now I heard it twice, madam: That sigh would fain have utterance. Take pity on't And lend it a free word; 'las, how it labours For liberty! I hear the murmur yet Beat at your bosom. BEATRICE Would creation-- DEFLORES Ay, well said, that's it. BEATRICE Had form'd me man. DEFLORES Nay, that's not it. BEATRICE Oh, 'tis the soul of freedom! I should not then be forc'd to marry one I hate beyond all depths; I should have power Then to oppose my loathings, nay, remove 'em Forever from my sight. DEFLORES Oh, blest occasion! [Kneeling] Without change to your sex, you have your wishes. Claim so much man in me. BEATRICE In thee, Deflores? There's small cause for that. DEFLORES Put it not from me; It's a service that I kneel for to you. BEATRICE You are too violent to mean faithfully; There's horror in my service, blood and danger: Can those be things to sue for? DEFLORES If you knew How sweet it were to me to be employed In any act of yours, you would say then I fail'd and us'd not reverence enough When I receive the charge on't. BEATRICE [Aside] This is much, Methinks; belike his wants are greedy, and To such gold tastes like angels' food.--Rise. DEFLORES I'll have the work first. BEATRICE [Aside] Possible his need Is strong upon him. [Offering him money] There's to encourage thee; As thou art forward and thy service dangerous, Thy reward shall be precious. DEFLORES That I have thought on; I have assur'd myself of that beforehand, And know it will be precious: the thought ravishes! BEATRICE Then take him to thy fury. DEFLORES I thirst for him. BEATRICE Alonzo de Piracquo. DEFLORES [Rises.] His end's upon him; he shall be seen no more. BEATRICE How lovely now dost thou appear to me! Never was man dearlier rewarded. DEFLORES I do think of that. BEATRICE Be wondrous careful in the execution. DEFLORES Why, are not both our lives upon the cast? BEATRICE Then I throw all my fears upon thy service. DEFLORES They ne'er shall rise to hurt you. BEATRICE When the deed's done, I'll furnish thee with all things for thy flight; Thou may'st live bravely in another country. DEFLORES Ay, ay, we'll talk of that hereafter. BEATRICE [Aside] I shall rid myself of two inveterate loathings At one time: Piracquo and his dog-face. |
