We’ve listed Giovanni’s monologue from John Ford’s ‘Tis A Pity She’s A Whore below as an example:
“Lost, I am Lost! My fates have doomed my death.
The more I strive, I love; the more I love,
The less I hope. I see my ruin, certain.
What judgment or endeavors could apply
To my incurable and restless wounds
I thoroughly have examined, but in vain.
Oh, that it were not in religion sin
To make our love a god and worship it!
I have even wearied heaven with prayers, dried up
The spring of my continual tears, even starved
My veins with daily fasts; what wit or art
Could counsel, I have practiced. But, alas,
I find all these but dreams and old men’s tales
To fright unsteady youth; I’m still the same.
Or I must speak or burst. Tis not, I know,
My lust, but ‘tis my fate that leads me on.
Keep fear and low fainthearted shame with slaves!
I’ll tell her that I love her, though my heart
Were rated at the price of that attempt.”