 Lucrezia de’ Medici, by [[Bronzino, generally believed to be My Last Duchess]] &quot;'''My Last Duchess'''&quot; is a poem by Robert Browning, frequently anthologized as an example of the dramatic monologue. It first appeared in 1842 in Browning's ''Dramatic Lyrics''., Note 16-C  ==Poem structure and historical background==  The poem is written in 28 rhymed couplets of iambic pentameter.   The poem is preceded by the word ''Ferrara:'', indicating that the speaker is most likely Alfonso II d'Este, the fifth Duke of Ferrara (1533–1598) who, at the age of 25, married Lucrezia di Cosimo de' Medici, 14-year-old daughter of Cosimo I de' Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, and Eleonora di Toledo.  Lucrezia was not well educated, and the Medicis' status could be termed &quot;nouveau riche&quot; in comparison with that of the venerable and distinguished Este family. The Duke's remark regarding his gift of a &quot;nine-hundred-years-old name&quot; clearly indicates that he considered his bride beneath him socially. She came, however, with a sizeable dowry. The couple married in 1558. He then abandoned her for two years before she died on April 21, 1561, at age 17. There was a strong suspicion of poisoning. The Duke then sought the hand of Barbara, eighth daughter of the Holy Roman Emperor Ferdinand I and Anna of Bohemia and Hungary and the sister of the Count of Tyrol, Ferdinand IIRobert Browning, John Woolford, Daniel Karlin (1991) ''The Poems of Browning: 1841-1846, Pearson Education'' 518 pages. (ISBN 9780582063990), p. 157   . The count was in charge of arranging the marriage; the chief of his entourage, Nikolaus Madruz, a native of Innsbruck, was his courier. Madruz is presumably the silent listener in the poem. 	 The other characters named in the poem, painter Frà Pandolf and sculptor Claus of Innsbruck, are fictional.  '''Themes'''  The main themes are power, influence, marriage, aristocracy and egotism. It is possible to use blanket terms such as love and death when commenting on themes, yet love does not seem to play on the duke's mind heavily. At least he does not love women, however he does love the painting and gains joy from intimidating the messenger by commenting on ''how'' he had her killed. Death does occur prior to the poem, but can only be considered as an expression of the duke's control and not a comment on death itself. The themes of death and ego can be found in some of Browning's other work such as The Bishop Orders His Tomb.  ==Story==  The poem is set during the late Italian Renaissance.  The speaker (presumably the Duke of Ferrara) is giving the emissary of his prospective second wife a tour of the artworks in his home.  He draws a curtain to reveal a painting of a woman, explaining that it is a portrait of his late wife; he invites his guest to sit and look at the painting.  As they look at the portrait of the late Duchess, the Duke describes her happy, cheerful and flirtatious nature, which had displeased him.  He says, &quot;She had a heart -- how shall I say? -- too soon made glad...&quot;  He goes on to say that his complaint of her was that &quot;'twas not her husband's presence only&quot; that made her happy.  Eventually, &quot;I gave commands; then all smiles stopped together.&quot;  He now keeps her painting hidden behind a curtain that only he is allowed to draw back, meaning that now she only smiles for him. The Duke then resumes an earlier conversation regarding wedding arrangements, and in passing points out another work of art, a bronze statue of Neptune taming a sea-horse.  In an interview, Browning said, &quot;I meant that the commands were that she should be put to death . . . Or he might have had her shut up in a convent.&quot; Harmon, William, and C. Hugh Holman. A Handbook to Literature. 8th edn. Upper Saddle River, NJ: Prentice Hall, 1999.  == The Poem == '''My Last Duchess''' That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call  That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands  Worked busily a day, and there she stands.  Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said  “Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read  Strangers like you that pictured countenance,  The depth and passion of its earnest glance,  But to myself they turned (since none puts by  The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)  And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,  How such a glance came there; so, not the first  Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not  Her husband’s presence only, called that spot  Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps  Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps  Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint  Must never hope to reproduce the faint  Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff  Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough  For calling up that spot of joy. She had  A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad,  Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er  She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.  Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,  The dropping of the daylight in the West,  The bough of cherries some officious fool  Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule  She rode with round the terrace—all and each  Would draw from her alike the approving speech,  Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked  Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked  My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name  With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame  This sort of trifling? Even had you skill  In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will  Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this  Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,  Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let  Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set  Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,  —E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose  Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,  Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without  Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;  Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands  As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet  The company below, then. I repeat,  The Count your master’s known munificence  Is ample warrant that no just pretence  Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;  Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed  At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go  Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,  Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,  Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!  AQA English Anthology   ==Modern Adaptations== * The 20th century American poet Richard Howard wrote a sequel to the poem, &quot;Nikolaus Mardruz [''sic''] to his Master Ferdinand, Count of Tyrol, 1565&quot;, in the form of a letter from the listener in Browning's original that details his response to the Duke's monologue.[ Text of &quot;Nikolaus Mardruz to his Master Ferdinand, Count of Tyrol, 1565&quot; by Richard Howard at Poets.org] *British author Gabrielle Kimm released her novel His Last Duchess in 2010 based upon the poem.   * Shahd Al-Shemmari adapted the poem into a play titled ''The Duke of Ferrara'' (2007). It was performed in Kuwait University. The play examined the Duke's murder of the Last Duchess, Lucrezia, by highlighting his egocentricism. Two other duchesses were introduced as Lucrezia's predecessors. * American author Elizabeth Loupas released her novel The Second Duchess in 2011, based on the poem and the duke's subsequent marriage to Barbara of Austria.  ==Parodies== The poem was parodied in a ''New Statesman'' competition to suggest unexpected second lines for poems: &quot;That's my last Duchess painted on the wall.  Ignore those artist's boobs, she had none at all.&quot;  ==Notes==   