As a lover of renaissance theatre, i find myself constantly thinking about plays and characters. One play that I’ve loved since the moment I read it was Tis Pity She’s a Whore. The play follows a beautiful woman who has the attention of multiple suitors. My favourite character is a side character named Hippolita and her monologue in Act II scene II has been permanently stamped in my brain.
Tis I; Do you know me now? Look, perjur’d man, on her whom thou and thy distracted lust have wrong’d.
Thy sensual rage of blood hath made my youth a scorn to men and angels; and shall I be now a foil to thy unsated change?
Thou know’st, false wanton, when my modest fame stood free from stain or scandal, all the charms of hell or sorcery could not prevail against the honour of my chaster bosom.
Thine eyes did plead in tears, thy tongue in oaths, such, and so many, that a heart of steel would have been wrought to pity, as was mine;
And shall the conquest of my lawful bed,
My husband’s death, urg’d on by his disgrace, my loss of womanhood, be ill-rewarded with hatred and contempt? No; know, Soranzo, I have a spirit doth as much distaste the slavery of fearing thee, as thou
dost loath the memory of what hath past.
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