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"The Monk is the most sensational of Gothic novels. The main plot concerns Ambrosio, an abbot of irreproachable holiness, who is seduced by a woman (or perhaps a demon) disguised as a novice, and who goes on to sell his soul to the Devil. An extravagant blend of sex, death, politics, Satanism, and poetry, the work greatly appealed to the Marquis de Sade." The Broadview edition includes a critical introduction and appendices of historical materials that address the novel's literary sources (in English, German, and Greek literature), historical contexts (the French Revolution, slavery and abolition debates, sexuality), critical reception, and influence.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780486112329
  • Publisher: Dover Publications
  • Publication date: 2/3/2012
  • Series: Dover Thrift Editions
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 1,217,854
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Hugh Thomas (Lord Thomas of Swynnerton) is widely known for his work on the history of Spain, including his epic masterpiece The Spanish Civil War, available as a Modern Library Paperback.
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The Monk

By Matthew Gregory Lewis, TOM CRAWFORD

Dover Publications, Inc.

Copyright © 2003 Dover Publications, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-486-11232-9


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 new comers, 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 inquiry 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; but 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, and 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 conversable; 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 villainous 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 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 accidently 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 apologise 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 painstaking shoemaker 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 a 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 irreconcilable 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?' inquired Don Lorenzo, whom admiration of the young Antonia compelled him 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 a 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 fell directly upon his companion. Lorenzo took the compliment to himself, and answered it by a profound bow.

'May I inquire,' said he, 'the name of the Marquis?'

'The Marquis de las Cisternas.'

'I know him intimately well. He is not at present in Madrid, but is expected here daily. He is one of the best of men; and if the lovely Antonia will permit me to be her advocate with him, I doubt not my being able to make a favourable report of her cause.'

Antonia raised her blue eyes, and silently thanked him for the offer by a smile of inexpressible sweetness. Leonella's satisfaction was much more loud and audible. Indeed, as her niece was generally silent in her company, she thought it incumbent upon her to talk enough for both: this she managed without difficulty, for she very seldom found herself deficient in words.

'Oh, Segnor!', she cried, 'you will lay our whole family under the most signal obligations! I accept your offer with all possible gratitude, and return you a thousand thanks for the generosity of your proposal. Antonia, why do you not speak, child? While the cavalier says all sorts of civil things to you, you sit like a statue, and never utter a syllable of thanks, either bad, good, or indifferent!'

'My dear aunt, I am very sensible that—'

'Fie, niece! How often have I told you that you never should interrupt a person who is speaking! When did you ever know me do such a thing? Are these your Murcian manners? Mercy on me, I shall never be able to make this girl any thing like a person of good breeding. But pray, Segnor,' she continued, addressing herself to Don Christoval, 'inform me, why such a crowd is assembled to-day in this cathedral.'


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  • Posted April 22, 2010

    Best Book Ever!

    This is, by far, the best book I've ever read. I read it about 7 years ago in college and loved it. I just re-read it and absolutely loved it again! Everyone that I've recommended it to has loved it as well. It is a book to read and keep forever.

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  • Posted November 8, 2010

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    Definitely Need To Read!!

    This is one of my favorite books. It's a Gothic Romance written by Lewis, who at the time was an 18 yr old member of Parliament. He wrote the book in about 10 weeks.

    If you like books by Ann Radcliffe and/or Christopher Marlowe's Dr Faustus. You NEED to read this!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2008

    Monk Bakes the Cake

    This novel predates everything I have read. I am a sucker for ancient text, or anything written in the 17th century. Lewis' language topples over shakespeare and leaves anne rice in the gutter. I recommend this book for anyone interested in dark subjects, whitchcraft, evil religion, devil incarnate, and all the fervid details that make you quiver.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2013

    Wonderfully dark

    After adjusting to the writing style, this twisted tale takes off and doesn't seem to slow down even after you've finished reading. A few twists and turns, a level of depravity that can shock even the jaded readers of today, it is a tragedy that such creativity and warped imagination is in such short supply these days. No doubt, The Monk is a prized title in nearly every horror fan's library.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 23, 2008

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    Simply Amazing

    This is by far the best book I have ever read. The novel has a very gothic theme and is super creepy at times. I highly recommend this book if you can enjoy a haunting tale.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2005


    It is a very good book and one of the best ive ever read. It is diffenently a must for anyone who likes horror. I admire Matthew G. Lewis for coming up with the entire tale at such a young age.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2012

    Okay read.

    I appreciate this book's historical value, but I really did not enjoy reading it. It was interesting in some parts, but was on the whole overly dramatic and exaggerated. I'm sure that an English professor would appreciate this book more than I, as a casual reader.

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  • Posted April 28, 2011

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    Highly Recommended

    A deliciously salacious and fast paced bit of gothic literature. Not the genre defining stuff of Walpole and Radcliffe, but a bit of late eighteenth century trashy reading. Well worth the time.

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    It's not a book for the faint of heart. It hits all the elements of a good hardcore Goth: dungeons, torture chambers, demons, incest, murder, The Wondering Jew, evil priests and nuns, you name it. The book is wrapped in mystery until the very end where all is revealed. You must divorce yourself from reality to read this. It's that fantastical, it deals with archetypes rather than real people which adds to its appeal.<BR/><BR/>I can't believe that the writer was 19 at the time he penned this and finished it in 10 weeks.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2004

    must read if you like gothic

    Better than Anne Rice Monk is pretty scary and entertaining. I'm surprise a movie of this book has not been made.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2004

    A great gothic romance

    This was a fantastic novel! The plot was a bit convoluted at times, and somewhat hard to follow, but Lewis ties things up rather nicely with a climax that is rather shocking, considering the time period in which the book was written. Definately recomended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2004

    El Monk

    Es muy exellente. This novel kept my attention all of the way through. It is a classic battle of good and evil.

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