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Monk : A Romance (Oxford English Novels)

Lewis, Matthew

Published by Oxford UP, 1973
ISBN 10: 0192553623 / ISBN 13: 9780192553621
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Title: Monk : A Romance (Oxford English Novels)

Publisher: Oxford UP

Publication Date: 1973

Binding: Hardcover

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Synopsis: Lewis, Matthew. The Monk. London and others, Oxford University Press, 1973. 21cm x 13cm. xxx, 455 pages. Original Hardcover with original price-clipped dustjacket. In protective Mylar. Very good condition with only minor signs of external wear. Very rare volume of this series. [Oxford English Novels - General Editor: James Kinsley]. Written when Matthew Lewis was nineteen years old, this is a quintessentially Gothic novel, and carries the genre on from Ann Radcliffe's 'Mysteries of Udolpho' to new complexities of characterization, and to situations which fully and horrifically explore the encounter between a conventional moral code and an uninhibited pursuit of personal fulfilment. In the monk, Ambrosio's simultaneous revolt against and submission to monastic values, past and present, confront one another in a sexually violent conflict that has influenced the literary imagination from Byron to Emily Bronte and Faulkner. The novel's real success, however, lies in its involvement of the reader, who gradually senses that his own apparently secure vantage point is in fact as vulnerable as that of Ambrosio and his antagonists and vitims: that the very act of reading this novel implicates him as the characters' pride or naivety implicate them- in an exploration of the dark and frightening regions beneath familiar relationships, and in the dangerous ambiguities of the self. This edition is the first since 1796 to reproduce the language of the manuscript which has recently come to light. It is the first ever to follow this manuscript in all details, while recording as well the variations in the five authoritative editions published during Lewis's lifetime.

Extrait: Chapter I

???Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetite
Is more to bread than stone.
Measure for Measure.

Scarcely had the abbey-bell tolled for five minutes, and already was the church of the Capuchins thronged with auditors. Do not encourage the idea, that the crowd was assembled either from motives of piety or thirst of information. But very few were influenced by those reasons; and in a city where superstition reigns with such despotic sway as in Madrid, to seek for true devotion would be a fruitless attempt. The audience now assembled in the Capuchin church was collected by various causes, but all of them were foreign to the ostensible motive. The women came to show themselves, the men to see the women: some were attracted by curiosity to hear an orator so celebrated; some came, because they had no better means of employing their time till the play began; some, from being assured that it would be impossible to find places in the church; and one half of Madrid was brought thither by expecting to meet the other half. The only persons truly anxious to hear the preacher, were a few antiquated devotees, and half a dozen rival orators, determined to find fault with and ridicule the discourse. As to the remainder of the audience, the sermon might have been omitted altogether, certainly without their being disappointed, and very probably without their perceiving the omission.

Whatever was the occasion, it is at least certain, that the Capuchin church had never witnessed a more numerous assembly. Every corner was filled, every seat was occupied. The very statues which ornamented the long aisles were pressed into the service. Boys suspended themselves upon the wings of cherubims; St. Francis and St. Mark bore each a spectator on his shoulders; and St. Agatha found herself under the necessity of carrying double. The consequence was, that, in spite of all their hurry and expedition, our two newcomers, on entering the church, looked round in vain for places.

However, the old woman continued to move forwards. In vain were exclamations of displeasure vented against her from all sides: in vain was she addressed with??I assure you, Segnora, there are no places here.???I beg, Segnora, that you will not crowd me so intolerably!???Segnora, you cannot pass this way. Bless me! How can people be so troublesome!??The old woman was obstinate, and on she went. By dint of perseverance and two brawny arms she made a passage through the crowd, and managed to bustle herself into the very body of the church, at no great distance from the pulpit. Her companion had followed her with timidity and in silence, profiting by the exertions of her conductress.

?Holy Virgin!? exclaimed the old woman in a tone of disappointment, while she threw a glance of enquiry round her; ?Holy Virgin! what heat! what a crowd! I wonder what can be the meaning of all this. I believe we must return: there is no such thing as a seat to be had, and nobody seems kind enough to accommodate us with theirs.?

This broad hint attracted the notice of two cavaliers, who occupied stools on the right hand, and were leaning their backs against the seventh column from the pulpit. Both were young, and richly habited. Hearing this appeal to their politeness pronounced in a female voice, they interrupted their conversation to look at the speaker. She had thrown up her veil in order to take a clearer look round the cathedral. Her hair was red, and she squinted. The cavaliers turned round, and renewed their conversation.

?By all means,? replied the old woman?s companion; ?by all means, Leonella, let us return home immediately; the heat is excessive, and I am terrified at such a crowd.?

These words were pronounced in a tone of unexampled sweetness. The cavaliers again broke off their discourse, but for this time they were not contented with looking up: both started involuntarily from their seats, and turned themselves towards the speaker.

The voice came from a female, the delicacy and elegance of whose figure inspired the youths with the most lively curiosity to view the face to which it belonged. This satisfaction was denied them. Her features were hidden by a thick veil; but struggling through the crowd had deranged it sufficiently to discover a neck which for symmetry and beauty might have vied with the Medicean Venus. It was of the most dazzling whiteness, and received additional charms from being shaded by the tresses of her long fair hair, which descended in ringlets to her waist. Her figure was rather below than above the middle size: it was light and airy as that of an Hamadryad. Her bosom was carefully veiled. Her dress was white; it was fastened by a blue sash, and just permitted to peep out from under it a little foot of the most delicate proportions. A chaplet of large grains hung upon her arm, and her face was covered with a veil of thick black gauze. Such was the female, to whom the youngest of the cavaliers now offered his seat, while the other thought it necessary to pay the same attention to her companion.

The old lady with many expressions of gratitude, but without much difficulty, accepted the offer, and seated herself: the young one followed her example, but made no other compliment than a simple and graceful reverence. Don Lorenzo (such was the cavalier?s name, whose seat she had accepted) placed himself near her; but first he whispered a few words in his friend?s ear, who immediately took the hint, and endeavoured to draw off the old woman?s attention from her lovely charge.

?You are doubtless lately arrived at Madrid,? said Lorenzo to his fair neighbour; ?it is impossible that such charms should have long remained unobserved; and had not this been your first public appearance, the envy of the women and adoration of the men would have rendered you already sufficiently remarkable.?

He paused, in expectation of an answer. As his speech did not absolutely require one, the lady did not open her lips: After a few moments he resumed his discourse:

?Am I wrong in supposing you to be a stranger to Madrid??

The lady hesitated; and at last, in so low a voice as to be scarcely intelligible, she made shift to answer,??No, Segnor.?

?Do you intend making a stay of any length??

?Yes, Segnor.?

?I should esteem myself fortunate, were it in my power to contribute to making your abode agreeable. I am well known at Madrid, and my family has some interest at court. If I can be of any service, you cannot honour or oblige me more than by permitting me to be of use to you.???Surely,? said he to himself, ?she cannot answer that by a monosyllable; now she must say something to me.?

Lorenzo was deceived, for the lady answered only by a bow.

By this time he had discovered, that his neighbour was not very conversible; but whether her silence proceeded from pride, discretion, timidity, or idiotism, he was still unable to decide.

After a pause of some minutes??It is certainly from your being a stranger,? said he, ?and as yet unacquainted with our customs, that you continue to wear your veil. Permit me to remove it.?

At the same time he advanced his hand towards the gauze: the lady raised hers to prevent him.

?I never unveil in public, Segnor.?

?And where is the harm, I pray you?? interrupted her companion somewhat sharply. ?Do not you see, that the other ladies have all laid their veils aside, to do honour no doubt to the holy place in which we are? I have taken off mine already; and surely, if I expose my features to general observation, you have no cause to put yourself in such a wonderful alarm! Blessed Maria! Here is a fuss and a bustle about a chit?s face! Come, come, child! Uncover it! I warrant you that nobody will run away with it from you??

?Dear aunt, it is not the custom in Murcia??

?Murcia, indeed! Holy St. Barbara, what does that signify? You are always putting me in mind of that villanous province. If it is the custom in Madrid, that is all that we ought to mind; and therefore I desire you to take off your veil immediately. Obey me this moment, Antonia, for you know that I cannot bear contradiction.?

Her niece was silent, but made no further opposition to Don Lorenzo?s efforts, who, armed with the aunt?s sanction, hastened to remove the gauze. What a seraph?s head presented itself to his admiration! Yet it was rather bewitching than beautiful; it was not so lovely from regularity of features, as from sweetness and sensibility of countenance. The several parts of her face considered separately, many of them were far from handsome; but, when examined together, the whole was adorable. Her skin, though fair, was not entirely without freckles; her eyes were not very large, nor their lashes particularly long. But then her lips were of the most rosy freshness; her fair and undulating hair, confined by a simple ribband, poured itself below her waist in a profusion of ringlets; her neck was full and beautiful in the extreme; her hand and arm were formed with the most perfect symmetry; her mild blue eyes seemed an heaven of sweetness, and the crystal in which they moved sparkled with all the brilliance of diamonds. She appeared to be scarcely fifteen; an arch smile, playing round her mouth, declared her to be possessed of liveliness, which excess of timidity at present repressed. She looked round her with a bashful glance; and whenever her eyes accidentally met Lorenzo?s, she dropped them hastily upon her rosary; her cheek was immediately suffused with blushes, and she began to tell her beads; though her manner evidently showed that she knew not what she was about.

Lorenzo gazed upon her with mingled surprise and admiration; but the aunt thought it necessary to apologize for Antonia?s mauvaise honte.

? ?Tis a young creature,? said she, ?who is totally ignorant of the world. She has been brought up in an old castle in Murcia, with no other society than her mother?s, who, God help her! has no more sense, good soul, than is necessary to carry her soup to her mouth. Yet she is my own sister, both by father and mother.?

?And has so little sense?? said Don Christoval with feigned astonishment. ?How very extraordinary!?

?Very true, Segnor. Is it not strange? However, such is the fact; and yet only to see the luck of some people! A young nobleman, of the very first quality, took it into his head that Elvira had some pretensions to beauty.?As to pretensions, in truth she had always enough of them; but as to beauty!?If I had only taken half the pains to set myself off which she did!?But this is neither here nor there. As I was saying, Segnor, a young nobleman fell in love with her, and married her unknown to his father. Their union remained a secret near three years; but at last it came to the ears of the old marquis, who, as you may well suppose, was not much pleased with the intelligence. Away he posted in all haste to Cordova, determined to seize Elvira, and send her away to some place or other, where she would never be heard of more. Holy St. Paul! How he stormed on finding that she had escaped him, had joined her husband, and that they had embarked together for the Indies! He swore at us all, as if the evil spirit had possessed him; he threw my father into prison?as honest a pains-taking shoe-maker as any in Cordova; and when he went away, he had the cruelty to take from us my sister?s little boy, then scarcely two years old, and whom in the abruptness of her flight she had been obliged to leave behind her. I suppose that the poor little wretch met with bitter bad treatment from him, for in a few months after we received intelligence of his death.?

?Why, this was a most terrible old fellow, Segnora!?

?Oh! shocking! and a man so totally devoid of taste! Why, would you believe it, Segnor? when I attempted to pacify him, he cursed me for a witch, and wished that, to punish the count, my sister might become as ugly as myself! Ugly indeed! I like him for that.?

?Ridiculous!? cried Don Christoval. ?Doubtless the count would have thought himself fortunate, had he been permitted to exchange the one sister for the other.?

?Oh! Christ! Segnor, you are really too polite. However, I am heartily glad that the condé was of a different way of thinking. A mighty pretty piece of business, to be sure, Elvira has made of it! After broiling and stewing in the Indies for thirteen long years, her husband dies, and she returns to Spain, without an house to hide her head, or money to procure her one! This Antonia was then but an infant, and her only remaining child. She found that her father-in-law had married again, that he was irreconcileable to the condé, and that his second wife had produced him a son, who is reported to be a very fine young man. The old marquis refused to see my sister or her child; but sent her word that, on condition of never hearing any more of her, he would assign her a small pension, and she might live in an old castle which he possessed in Murcia. This had been the favourite habitation of his eldest son; but, since his flight from Spain, the old marquis could not bear the place, but let it fall to ruin and confusion.?My sister accepted the proposal; she retired to Murcia, and has remained there till within the last month.?

?And what brings her now to Madrid?? enquired Don Lorenzo, whom admiration of the young Antonia compelled to take a lively interest in the talkative old woman?s narration.

?Alas! Segnor, her father-in-law being lately dead, the steward of his Murcian estates has refused to pay her pension any longer. With the design of supplicating his son to renew it, she is now come to Madrid; but I doubt that she might have saved herself the trouble. You young noblemen have always enough to do with your money, and are not very often disposed to throw it away upon old women. I advised my sister to send Antonia with her petition; but she would not hear of such a thing. She is so obstinate! Well! she will find herself the worse for not following my counsels: the girl has a good pretty face, and possibly might have done much.?

?Ah, Segnora!? interrupted Don Christoval, counterfeiting a passionate air; ?if a pretty face will do the business, why has not your sister recourse to you??

?Oh! Jesus! my lord, I swear you quite overpower me with your gallantry! But I promise you that I am too well aware of the danger of such expeditions to trust myself in a young nobleman?s power! No, no; I have as yet preserved my reputation without blemish or reproach, and I always knew how to keep the men at a proper distance.?

?Of that, Segnora, I have not the least doubt. But permit me to ask you, Have you then any aversion to matrimony??

?That is an home question. I cannot but confess, that if an amiable cavalier was to present himself???

Here she intended to throw a tender and significant look upon Don Christoval; but, as she unluckily happened to squint most abominably, the glance f...

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