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<title>#1 &#8212; Iago from Othello by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;And what's he then that says I play the villain, 
When this advice is free I give, and honest, 
Probal to thinking, and indeed the course 
To win the Moor again? For ‘tis most easy  
Th' inclining Desdemona to subdue 
In any honest suit; she's fram'd as fruitful 
As the&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2 &#8212; Dromio of Ephesus from The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;I am an ass indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have serv'd him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#11 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Now might I do it pat, now 'a is a-praying; 
And now I'll do't - and so 'a goes to heaven, 
And so am I reveng'd. That would be scanned: 
A villain kills my father, and for that 
I, his sole son, do this same villain send 
To heaven. 
Why&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#12 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;To be, or not to be, that is the question: 
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep - 
No more, and by a sleep&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#15 &#8212; Phebe from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well. 
But what care I for words? Yet words do well 
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. 
It is a pretty youth; not very pretty; 
But sure he's proud;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#16 &#8212; Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;This can be no trick. The conference was sadly borne; they have the truth of this from Hero; they seem to pity the lady. It seems her affections have their full bent. Love me? Why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured. They say I will bear&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#19 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent 
To set against me for your merriment. 
If you were civil and knew courtesy, 
You would not do me thus much injury. 
Can you not hate me, as I know you do, 
But you must join in souls to mock&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#25 &#8212; Ghost from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;I am thy father's spirit, doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, and for the day confin'd to fast in fires, till the foul crimes done in my days of nature are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid to tell the secrets of my prison-house&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#27 &#8212; Margaret from Richard III by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune; 
I call'd thee then poor shadow, painted queen; 
The presentation of but what I was; 
The flattering index of a direful pageant; 
One heav'd a-high, to be hurl'd down below; 
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes; 
A dream of&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#32 &#8212; Adriana from The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown. 
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects; 
I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. 
The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow 
That never words were music to thine ear, 
That never object pleasing in thine eye, 
That never touch well welcome&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#33 &#8212; Luciana from The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;And may it be that you have quite forgot 
A husband's office? Shall, Antipholus, 
Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? 
Shall love, in building, grow so ruinous? 
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, 
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness: 
Or&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#34 &#8212; Adriana from The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;His company must do his minions grace, 
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. 
Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took 
From my poor cheek?  Then he hath wasted it. 
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? 
If voluble and sharp discourse be marred, 
Unkindness blunts it more&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#53 &#8212; Trinculo from The Tempest by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing: I hear it sing i' th' wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#56 &#8212; Romeo from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? 
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! 
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, 
Who is already sick and pale with grief 
That thou her maid art far more fair than she. 
Be not her maid, since she is&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#58 &#8212; Jacques from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;All the world's a stage, 
And all the men and women merely players; 
They have their exits and their entrances, 
And one man in his time plays many parts, 
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, 
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. 
Then the whining schoolboy, with&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#59 &#8212; Hotspur from Henry IV, Part 1 by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 
But I remember, when the fight was done, 
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, 
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, 
Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dressed, 
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped 
Showed&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#60 &#8212; King Henry the Fifth from Henry V by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; 
Or close the wall up with our English dead. 
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man 
As modest stillness and humility; 
But when the blast of war blowsin our ears, 
Then imitate the action of the tiger; 
Stiffen the sinews&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#67 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;How all occasions do inform against me, 
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, 
If his chief good and market of his time 
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. 
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, 
Looking before and after, gave us&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#72 &#8212; Cleopatra from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Pray you, stand further from me. 
 
 
... 
	I know, by that same eye, there's some good news. 
	What says the married woman? You may go: 
	Would she had never given you leave to come! 
	Let her not say 'tis I that keep you here: 
	I have no power upon you;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#153 &#8212; Ophelia from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! 
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; 
The expectancy and rose of the fair state, 
The glass of fashion and the mould of form, 
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! 
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, 
That suck'd&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#198 &#8212; Orlando from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love; 
And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey 
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, 
Thy huntress'name that my full life doth sway. 
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, 
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, 
That&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#199 &#8212; Nick Bottom from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is, "Most fair Pyramus." Heigh-Ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellowsmender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#202 &#8212; Puck from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;If we shadows have offended, 
Think but this, and all is mended -  
That you have but slumbered here 
While these visions did appear. 
And this weak and idle theme, 
No more yielding but a dream 
Gentles, do not reprehend. 
If you pardon, we will mend. 
And, as I am&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#211 &#8212; Don Adriano de Armado from Love&#39;s Labour&#39;s Lost by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be forsworn, which is a great argument of falsehood, if I love. And how can that be true love which is falsely attempted? Love&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#220 &#8212; Caliban from The Tempest by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;All the infections that the sun sucks up 
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him 
By inch-meal a disease! His spirit hear me 
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, 
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire, 
Nor lead me, like a&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#311 &#8212; Julia from Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;And yet I would I had o'erlooked the letter. 
It were a shame to call her back again 
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. 
What a fool is she, that knows I am a maid, 
And would not force the letter to my view! 
Since&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#313 &#8212; Cleopatra from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Sir,I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; 
If idle talk will once be necessary, 
I'll not sleep neither: this mortal house I'll ruin, 
Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I  
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; 
Nor once be chastised with the sober eye&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#320 &#8212; Petrucio from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Thus have I politicly begun my reign, 
And 'tis my hope to end successfully.   
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,   
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,  
For then she never looks upon her lure. 
Another way I have to man my haggard,    
To make her&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#325 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the 
tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as live the town crier spoke 
my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#327 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;How happy some o're other some can be! 
Through Athens I am thought of as fair as she. 
But what of that? Demetirus thinks not so; He will not know what all but he do know. 
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, 
So I, admiring of his quailities&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#336 &#8212; Pericles from Pericles by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven! 
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man 
Is but a substance that must yield to you; 
And I, as fits my nature, do obey you. 
Alas, the sea hath cast me on th rocks, 
Wash'd me from shore to shore, and&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#366 &#8212; Lady Anne from Richard III by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;No! why? When he, that is my husband now 
     Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; 
     When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands, 
     Which issu'd from my other angel husband, 
     And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd; 
     O! when I say, I look'd on&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#384 &#8212; Puck from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;My mistress with a monster is in love. 
Near to her close and consecrated bower, 
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, 
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals 
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, 
Were met together to rehearse a play 
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#445 &#8212; Jailer&#39;s Daughter from The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Why should I love this gentleman? 'Tis odds 
He will never affect me. I am base, 
My father the mean keeper of his prison, 
And he a prince. To marry him is hopeless, 
To be his whore is witless. Out upon't, 
What pushes are we wenches driven to 
When fifteen&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#453 &#8212; Queen Margaret from Henry VI part 2 by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Can you not see? or will ye not observe 
The strangeness of his alter'd countenance? 
With what a majesty he bears himself, 
How insolent of late he is become, 
How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself? 
We know the time since he was mild and affable, 
And if we did&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#467 &#8212; Antony from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;I doubt not of your wisdom. 
Let each man render me his bloody hand: 
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; 
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; 
Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; 
Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; 
Though last, not last in love&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#470 &#8212; Antony from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, 
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! 
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man 
That ever lived in the tide of times. 
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! 
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-- 
Which&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#492 &#8212; Lady Percy from Henry IV, Part 2 by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;O yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! 
The time was, father, that you broke your word, 
When you were more endeared to it than now; 
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, 
Threw many a northward look to see his father 
Bring up his powers;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#519 &#8212; Julia from Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Alas, how love can trifle with itself! 
Here is her picture. Let me see - I think, 
If I had such a tire, this face of mine 
Were full as lovely as is this of hers; 
And yet the painter flattered her a little, 
Unless I flatter with myself too&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#534 &#8212; Lady Anne from Richard III by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Set down, set down your honourable load, 
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, 
Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament 
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. 
Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! 
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! 
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! 
Be it lawful&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#561 &#8212; Kate from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;No shame but mine. I must, forsooth, be forced 
To give my hand opposed against my heart 
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen,  
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure.  
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, 
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#571 &#8212; Katherine from Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Fie, fie, unknit that threat'ning unkind brow  
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes  
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor. 
It blots thy beauty as frost do bite the meads, 
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, 
And in no sense is meet or amiable. 
A&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#618 &#8212; Launce from Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the imperial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#647 &#8212; Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, 
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek	girlish, color 
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. 
Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny	 
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!	 
Dost thou love me? I&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#651 &#8212; Valentine from Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;And why not death rather than living torment?    
To die is to be banished from myself.   
And Silvia is myself: banished from her    
Is self from self, a deadly banishment!    
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?    
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?  
Unless it&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#749 &#8212; Gloucester (Richard) from Richard III by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Now is the winter of our discontent 
Made glorious summer by this sun of York; 
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house 
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. 
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; 
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; 
Our stern alarums&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#750 &#8212; Gloucester (Richard) from Richard III by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/750</link>
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<description>&quot;Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? 
Was ever woman in this humour won? 
I'll have her; but I will not keep her long. 
What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, 
To take her in her heart's extremest hate; 
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#820 &#8212; Demetrius from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/820</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/820</guid>
<description>&quot;My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, 
Of this their purpose hither, to this wood, 
And I in fury hither followed them, 
Fair Helena in fancy following me. 
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power- 
But by some power it is - my love to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#821 &#8212; Adriana from The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/821</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/821</guid>
<description>&quot;His company must do his minions grace, 
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. 
Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took 
From my poor cheek? Then he hath wasted it. 
Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit? 
If voluble and sharp discourse be marred, 
Unkindness blunts it more&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#844 &#8212; Nurse from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/844</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/844</guid>
<description>&quot;NURSE: Even or odd, of all days in the year,  
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.  
Susan and she (God rest all Christian souls!)  
Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God;  
She was too good for me. But, as I said,  
On Lammas Eve at&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#954 &#8212; Portia from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/954</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/954</guid>
<description>&quot;The quality of mercy is not strained; it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.  It is twice blessed, it blesseth him that gives and him that takes.  It is mightiest in the mightiest and becomes the throned monarch better than his crown.  His scepter shows&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#993 &#8212; Paulina from The Winter&#39;s Tale by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/993</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/993</guid>
<description>&quot;What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? 
What wheels?  racks?  fires? What flaying? or what boiling? 
In leads, or oils? what old or newer torture 
Must I receive, whose every word deserves 
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny, 
Together working with thy jealousies, 
Fancies too weak for boys&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1072 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1072</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1072</guid>
<description>&quot;Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. 
Demetrius loves you fair: O happy fair! 
Your eyes are lode-stars! and your tongue's sweet air. 
More tuneable than lark to shepard's ear, 
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. 
Sickness is catching: O! were favour so, 
Yours would i catch&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1154 &#8212; Viola from Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1154</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1154</guid>
<description>&quot;I left no ring with her; what means this lady?  
Fortune forbid my outside hath not charm'd her. 
She made good view of me; indeed, so much  
That, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue, 
For she did speak in starts distractedly.  
She loves me sure; the cunning of her&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1210 &#8212; Puck from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1210</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1210</guid>
<description>&quot;On the ground 
Sleep sound. 
I'll apply 
To your eye, 
Gentle lover,remedy. 
(Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes) 
When thou wak'st, 
Thou tak'st 
True delight 
In the sight 
Of thy former lady's eye; 
And the country proverb known, 
That every man should take his own, 
In your waking shall be&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1263 &#8212; isabella from Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1263</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1263</guid>
<description>&quot;O you beast!	  
 	O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!	 150 
 	Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?	  
 	Is't not a kind of incest, to take life	  
 	From thine own sister's shame? What should I think?	  
 	Heaven shield my mother play'd my father fair!	  
 	For such a warped&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1303 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Nights Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1303</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1303</guid>
<description>&quot;O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent 
To set against me for your merriment: 
If you we re civil and knew courtesy, 
You would not do me thus much injury. 
Can you not hate me, as I know you do, 
But you must join in souls to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1379 &#8212; angelo from measure for measure by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1379</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1379</guid>
<description>&quot;What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine?  
    The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?  
    Ha!  
    Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I  
    That, lying by the violet in the sun,  
    Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,  
    Corrupt with virtuous season&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1415 &#8212; Berowne from Love&#39;s Labour&#39;s Lost by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1415</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1415</guid>
<description>&quot;Have at you, then, affection's men-at-arms!  
Consider what you first did swear unto:  
To fast, to study, and to see no woman--  
Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.  
Say, can you fast? Your stomachs are too young,  
And abstinence engenders maladies.  
O, we have made a vow to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1425 &#8212; Lucentio from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1425</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1425</guid>
<description>&quot;Tranio, since for the great desire I had 
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, 
I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy, 
The pleasant garden of great Italy, 
And by my father's love and leave am armed 
With his good will and thy good company, 
My trusty man, well approved in&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1432 &#8212; Julia from Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1432</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1432</guid>
<description>&quot;Nay, would I were so ang'red with the same! 
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! 
Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey,  
And kill the bees that yield it with your stings! 
I'll kiss each several paper for amends. 
Look, here is writ "kind Julia".  Unkind Julia!&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1435 &#8212; Volumnia from Coriolanus by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1435</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1435</guid>
<description>&quot;Not of a woman's tenderness to be, Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. I have sat too long. VOLUMNIA Nay, go not from us thus. If it were so that our request did tend To save the Romans, thereby to destroy The Volsces whom you serve, you might&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1436 &#8212; Emilia from The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1436</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1436</guid>
<description>&quot;Yet I may bind these wounds up that must open 
And bleed to death for my sake else -- I'll choose, 
And end their strife. Two such young handsome men 
Shall never fall for me; their weeping mothers 
Following the dead cold ashes of their sons, 
Shall; never curse my&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1488 &#8212; Antipholus from The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1488</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1488</guid>
<description>&quot;Sweet mistress - what your name is else, I know not, 
Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine -  
Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not 
Than our earth's wonder; more than earth divine. 
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; 
Lay open&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1514 &#8212; Jailer&#39;s Daughter from The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1514</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1514</guid>
<description>&quot;DAUGHTER: Why should I love this gentleman? 'Tis odds 
He will never affect me. I am base, 
My father the mean keeper of his prison, 
And he a prince. To marry him is hopeless, 
To be his whore is witless. Out upon't, 
What pushes are we wenches driven to 
When&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1515 &#8212; Florizel from The Winter&#39;s Tale by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1515</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1515</guid>
<description>&quot;So call it: but it does fulfil my vow; 
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo, 
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may 
Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or 
The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides 
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1590 &#8212; Goneril from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1590</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1590</guid>
<description>&quot;By day and night he wrongs me; every hour 
He flashes into one gross crime or other, 
That sets us all at odds: I'll not endure it: 
His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us 
On every trifle. When he returns from hunting, 
I will not speak with him; say&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1695 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1695</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1695</guid>
<description>&quot;How happy some o'er other some can be! 
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. 
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; 
He will not know what all but he do know; 
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, 
So I, admiring of his qualities. 
Things&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1809 &#8212; Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1809</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1809</guid>
<description>&quot;JULIET: Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?  
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name  
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?  
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?  
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.  
Back, foolish tears, back to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1902 &#8212; Parolles from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1902</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1902</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1904 &#8212; Macbeth from Macbeth by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1904</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1904</guid>
<description>&quot;Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day 
To the last syllable of recorded time: 
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools 
The way to dusty death.  Out, out, brief candle. 
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player 
That struts and frets his&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1908 &#8212; Parolles from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1908</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1908</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2025 &#8212; Puck from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2025</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2025</guid>
<description>&quot;Thou speakest aright; 
I am that merry wanderer of the night. 
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile 
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, 
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal; 
And sometimes lurk I in a gossip's bowl 
In the very likeness of a roasted crab&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2068 &#8212; Portia from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2068</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2068</guid>
<description>&quot;Is Brutus sick? and is it physical 
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours 
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, 
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, 
To dare the vile contagion of the night 
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air 
To add unto&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2072 &#8212; Sonnet #116 from Sonnets by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2072</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2072</guid>
<description>&quot;Let me not to the marriage of true minds  
Admit impediments. Love is not love  
Which alters when it alteration finds,  
Or bends with the remover to remove:  
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark  
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;  
It is the star to every wandering&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2092 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2092</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2092</guid>
<description>&quot;O that this too too solid flesh would melt, 
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! 
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! 
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable 
Seem to me all the uses of this world! 
Fie on't! O fie!&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2117 &#8212; Parolles from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2117</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2117</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2119 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2119</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2119</guid>
<description>&quot;How happy some others some can be 
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she 
But what of that? 
Demetrius thinks not so 
He will not know what all but he do know 
And as he errs doting on Hermia's eyne 
So I admiring of his qualities 
Things base&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2172 &#8212; Gloucester from Richard III by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2172</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2172</guid>
<description>&quot;They do me wrong and I will not endure it: 
Who are they that complain unto the king, 
That I, forsooth, am stern and love them not? 
By holy Paul, they love his Grace but lightly, 
That fill his ears with such dissentious rumors. 
Because I cannot flatter and speak&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2267 &#8212; Henry IV from Henry IV, Part 1 by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2267</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2267</guid>
<description>&quot;Peace, good pintpot. Peace, good ticklebrain. -- Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied. For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. That&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2407 &#8212; Silvia from The Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2407</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2407</guid>
<description>&quot;You have your wish; my will is even this: 
That presently you hie you home to bed. 
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man! 
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, 
To be seduced by thy flattery, 
That hast deceived so many with thy vows? 
Return, return, and make thy&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2418 &#8212; Sonnet #91 from Sonnets by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2418</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2418</guid>
<description>&quot;Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, 
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, 
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, 
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; 
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, 
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2463 &#8212; Cleopatra from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2463</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2463</guid>
<description>&quot;O Charmian!    
Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?    
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse?    
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!   
Do bravely, horse, for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st?    
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm    
And burgonet&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2509 &#8212; Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2509</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2509</guid>
<description>&quot;Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? 
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name 
When I, thy three-hours wife, hath mangled it? 
But wherefore, villian, didst thou kill my cousin? 
That villian cousin would have killed my husband! 
Back, foolish tears, back to your&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2551 &#8212; Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2551</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2551</guid>
<description>&quot;Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.  I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: i'll call them back again to comfort me: Nurse! what should she do here? my dismal scene i needs must act alone. 
 come, vial&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2581 &#8212; Imogen from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2581</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2581</guid>
<description>&quot;False to his bed?  What is it to be false? 
To lie in watch thre, and to think on him? 
To weep 'twixt clock and clock?  If sleep charge Nature,  
To break it with a fearful dream of him, 
And cry myself awake?  That's false to's bed, is it? 
 
I&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2584 &#8212; Puck from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2584</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2584</guid>
<description>&quot;PUCK: My mistress with a monster is in love.  
Near to her close and consecrated bower,  
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,  
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,  
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,  
Were met together to rehearse a play,  
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2630 &#8212; Volumnia from CORIOLANUS by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2630</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2630</guid>
<description>&quot;You are too absolute, 
Though therein you can never be too noble, 
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, 
Honor and policy, like unsevered friends, 
I' th' war do grow together. Grant that, and tell me 
In peace what each of them by th' other lose 
That they&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2690 &#8212; Tamora from Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2690</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2690</guid>
<description>&quot;Stay, Roman brethren! Gracious conqueror, 
Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed, 
A mother's tears in passion for her son: 
And if thy sons were ever dear to thee, 
O, think my son to be as dear to me! 
Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome, 
To beautify thy&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2714 &#8212; Arthur from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2714</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2714</guid>
<description>&quot;Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? 
And will you? 
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache 
I knit my handkercher about your brows, 
The best I had, a princess wrought it me, 
And I did never ask it you again; 
And with my&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2761 &#8212; Lady Macduff from Macbeth by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2761</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2761</guid>
<description>&quot;Whither should I fly? 
I have done no harm. But I remember now  
I am in this earthly world; where to do harm  
Is often laudable, to do good sometime  
Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,  
Do I put up that womanly defense, 
To say I have done no harm?&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2791 &#8212; Roderigo from Othello by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2791</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2791</guid>
<description>&quot;How shall I begin! I have been all tricked by a man whom I trusted and gave all my money to. And yet he stabbed me as if I were a mere scapegoat. 
yes I am a fool, I am a fool for loving a woman so dearly. If the&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2813 &#8212; Proteus from Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2813</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2813</guid>
<description>&quot;To leave my Julia shall I be forsworn; 
To love fair Silvia shall I be forsworn; 
To wrong my friend I shall be much forsworn. 
And e'en that power which gave me first my oath provokes me to this three-fold perjury. 
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2820 &#8212; Imogen from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2820</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2820</guid>
<description>&quot;I see a man's life is a tedious one:  
I have tired myself, and for two nights together   
Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,   
But that my resolution helps me.  
Milford, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,   
Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2833 &#8212; Lady Macbeth from Macbeth by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2833</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2833</guid>
<description>&quot;Yet here's a spot. 
 
Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why, 
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my 
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we 
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to 
account?--Yet who would have thought the old man 
to have&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2834 &#8212; Ophelia from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2834</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2834</guid>
<description>&quot;OPHELIA  
They bore him barefaced on the bier; Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny; And in his grave rain'd many a tear:-- Fare you well, my dove!  
LAERTES  
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus.  
OPHELIA  
Sings  
You must sing a-down a-down, An you&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2870 &#8212; Lewis from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2870</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2870</guid>
<description>&quot;Lew.  Your grace shall pardon; I will not back: 
 
I am too high-born to be propertied, 
 
To be a secondary at control, 
 
Or useful serving-man and instrument 
 
To any sovereign state throughout the world. 
 
Your breath first kindled the coal of wars 
 
Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself, 
 
And brought&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2872 &#8212; Antony from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2872</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2872</guid>
<description>&quot;All is lost!  
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:  
My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder  
They cast their caps up and carouse together  
Like friends long lost. Triple-turned whore! 'tis thou  
Has sold me to this novice, and my heart  
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2873 &#8212; Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2873</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2873</guid>
<description>&quot;Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me: Nurse! What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2875 &#8212; Queen Margaret from Henry VI, Part III by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2875</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2875</guid>
<description>&quot;O Ned! sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy. 
Canst thou not speak?—O traitors! murtherers! 
They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all, 
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, 
If this foul deed were by to equal it. 
He was a man: this, in respect, a child&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2893 &#8212; Joan La Pucelle from Henry VI by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2893</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2893</guid>
<description>&quot;First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:  Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,  But issued from the progeny of kings;  Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,  By inspiration of celestial grace,  To work exceeding miracles on earth.  I never had to do with wicked spirits:  But you&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2939 &#8212; Katherine from Henry V by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2939</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2939</guid>
<description>&quot;Il faut que j'apprenne à parler. Comment appelle-t-on la main en anglais? Et les doigts? La main, de hand; les doigts, de fingres. Je pense que je suis le bon écolier. Je gagne mots d'anglais vitement. Comment appelle-t-on les ongles? De nails. De hand, de fingres, et de nails. L'anglais&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2948 &#8212; Nurse from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2948</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2948</guid>
<description>&quot;Even or odd, of all days in the year,  
  Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.  
20 Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls!—  
  Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God.  
  She was too good for me. But, as I said,  
  On Lammas Eve at night&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2952 &#8212; Mowbray from Richard II by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2952</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2952</guid>
<description>&quot;Mowbray:  Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal. 
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, 
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, 
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain; 
The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this. 
Yet can I not of such tame patience&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2963 &#8212; Ariel from The Tempest by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2963</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2963</guid>
<description>&quot;All hail great master, grave sir hail. 
I come to answer thy best pleasure; be to fly to swim to dive in the fire, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. 
 
I boarded the kings ship, now in the beak the waist the deck, in every cabin&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2996 &#8212; Lady MacBeth from MacBeth by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2996</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2996</guid>
<description>&quot;They met me in the day of success: and I have  
         learned by the perfect'st report, they have more in  
         them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire  
         to question them further, they made themselves air,  
         into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in  
         the wonder of it&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3013 &#8212; Imogen from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3013</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3013</guid>
<description>&quot;O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio? 
He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me 
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs 
May plod it in a week, why may not I 
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,-- 
Who long'st, like me, to see&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3014 &#8212; Volumnia from Coriolanus by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3014</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3014</guid>
<description>&quot;O, no more, no more!  
You have said you will not grant us anything;  
For we have nothing else to ask but that  
Which you deny already; yet we will ask,  
That, if you fail in our request, the blame  
May hang upon your hardness. Think with thyself  
How more&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3021 &#8212; Shylock from Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3021</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3021</guid>
<description>&quot;To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies, and what's his reason?--I am&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3028 &#8212; Caliban from The Tempest by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3028</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3028</guid>
<description>&quot;This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, 
Which thou takest from me.  When thou camest first, 
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me 
Water with berries in't, and teach me how 
To name the bigger light, and how the less, 
That burn by day and night&#8230;&quot;</description>
</item>

<item>
<title>#3037 &#8212; Imogen from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3037</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3037</guid>
<description>&quot;O for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio? 
He is at Milford-Haven. Read, and tell me 
How far ‘tis thither. If one of mean affairs 
May Plod it in a week, why may not I 
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio, 
Who long'st like me to see&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3038 &#8212; Portia from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3038</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3038</guid>
<description>&quot;You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand  
Such as I am. Though for myself alone 
I would not be ambitious in my wish 
To wish myself much better, yet for you 
I would be trebled twenty times myself— 
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich— 
That&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#3056 &#8212; PAROLLES: from All&#39;s well that Ends well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3056</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3056</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3060 &#8212; Chorus from HENRY V by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3060</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3060</guid>
<description>&quot;Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, 
Our bending author hath pursu'd the story, 
In little room confining mighty men, 
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. 
Small time, but in that small most greatly liv'd 
This star of England. Fortune made his sword; 
By which the world's&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3066 &#8212; Cordelia from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3066</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3066</guid>
<description>&quot;CORDELIA  
(Aside) Then poor Cordelia! 
And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's 
More richer than my tongue. 
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave 
My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty 
According to my bond; nor more nor less. 
 
(KING LEAR  
How, how, Cordelia! mend&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3071 &#8212; Oberon from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3071</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3071</guid>
<description>&quot;I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows; 
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: 
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, 
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; 
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3072 &#8212; Orsino from Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3072</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3072</guid>
<description>&quot;If music be the food of love, play on 
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting 
The appetite may sicken and so die 
That strain again! It had a dying fall. 
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound  
That breathes upon a bank of violets 
Stealing and&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3096 &#8212; Sonnet #83 from Sonnets by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3096</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3096</guid>
<description>&quot;I never saw that you did painting need 
And therefore to your fair no painting set; 
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed 
The barren tender of a poet's debt; 
And therefore have I slept in your report, 
That you yourself being extant well might show 
How far&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3111 &#8212; Rosalind from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3111</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3111</guid>
<description>&quot;But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is, that the lunacy is so ordinary&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3115 &#8212; Rosalind from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3115</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3115</guid>
<description>&quot;And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, 
That you insult, exult, and all at once,  
Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,--  
As by my faith, I see no more in you  
Than without candle may go dark to bed,-- 
Must you be therefore proud&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3145 &#8212; Portia from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3145</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3145</guid>
<description>&quot;Away then. I am lock'd in one of them; 
If you do love me you will find me out.- 
Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof. 
Let music sound while he doth make his choice 
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, 
Fading in music: That the comparison&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#3188 &#8212; Jessica from The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3188</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3188</guid>
<description>&quot;SCENE III. The same. A room in SHYLOCK'S house. 
 
Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT  
 
JESSICA  
I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so: 
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, 
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness. 
But fare thee well, there is a ducat for thee:And&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3210 &#8212; falstaff from Henry IV, Part 2 by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3210</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3210</guid>
<description>&quot;As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord,  
Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This same starved justice hath  
done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3220 &#8212; Hermione from The Winter&#39;s Tale by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3220</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3220</guid>
<description>&quot;Sir, spare your threats. 
The Bug which you would fright me with, I seek. 
To me can life be no commodity.   
The crown and comfort of my life, your favor,  
I do give lost for I do feel it gone,  
but no not how it went.  My second joy 
And&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3234 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3234</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3234</guid>
<description>&quot;How happy some o'er other some can be!  
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.  
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;  
He will not know what all but he do know.  
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,  
So I, admiring of his qualities.  
Things&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3238 &#8212; Prospero from The Tempest by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3238</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3238</guid>
<description>&quot;PROSPERO 
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3242 &#8212; Edgar from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3242</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3242</guid>
<description>&quot;A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3260 &#8212; Helena from All&#39;s Well that Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3260</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3260</guid>
<description>&quot;I confess 
Here on my knee before high heaven and you, 
That before you, and next unto high heaven, 
I love your son. 
My friends were poor but honest; so's my love. 
Be not offended, for it hurts not him 
That he is loved of me. I follow him not&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3284 &#8212; Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3284</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3284</guid>
<description>&quot;JULIET: Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?  
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name  
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?  
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?  
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.  
Back, foolish tears, back to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3285 &#8212; Nurse from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3285</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3285</guid>
<description>&quot;NURSE: Even or odd, of all days in the year,  
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.  
Susan and she (God rest all Christian souls!)  
Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God;  
She was too good for me. But, as I said,  
On Lammas Eve at&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3307 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3307</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3307</guid>
<description>&quot;Wherefore was I to this mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough younge man, that I did never,no,nor never can, Deserve a sweer look from Demetrius eye But you muct flout my insufficiency? Good troth, you do me wrong, good&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3310 &#8212; Cassius from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3310</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3310</guid>
<description>&quot;CASSIUS: I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,  
As well as I do know your outward favor.  
Well, honor is the subject of my story.  
I cannot tell what you and other men  
Think of this life; but for my single self,  
I had as lief (1) not&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3336 &#8212; Viola from Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3336</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3336</guid>
<description>&quot;Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,  
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart  
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;  
You tell her so; must she not, then, be answer'd?  
 
I know too well what love women to men may owe;  
In faith&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3347 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3347</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3347</guid>
<description>&quot;O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3368 &#8212; Perdita from The Winter&#39;s Tale by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3368</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3368</guid>
<description>&quot;Even here, undone, 
I was not much afeared; for once or twice 
I was about to speak and tell him plainly, 
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court 
Hides not his visage from our cottage but  
Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone? 
I told you what&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#3388 &#8212; Hermione from The Winter&#39;s Tale by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3388</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3388</guid>
<description>&quot;Since what I am to say must be but that 
Which contradicts my accusation and 
The testimony on my part no other 
But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me 
To say 'not guilty:' mine integrity 
Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, 
Be so received. But&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3398 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3398</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3398</guid>
<description>&quot;O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent 
To set against me for your merriment:  
If you we re civil and knew courtesy,  
You would not do me thus much injury.  
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,  
But you must join in souls to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3400 &#8212; N/A from Sonnets by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3400</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3400</guid>
<description>&quot;But wherefore do not you a mightier way 
Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time? 
And fortify yourself in your decay 
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? 
Now stand you on the top of happy hours, 
And many maiden gardens, yet unset, 
With virtuous wish would bear your&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3410 &#8212; Romeo from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3410</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3410</guid>
<description>&quot;'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, 
Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog 
And little mouse, every unworthy thing, 
Live here in heaven and may look on her; 
But Romeo may not: more validity, 
More honourable state, more courtship lives 
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3422 &#8212; miranda from The tempest by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3422</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3422</guid>
<description>&quot;if by your art, my dearest father, you have put the wild waters in this roar allay them the sky it seems would pour out stinking pitch but that the see mounting to thy welchins cheek dashes the fire out oh i have suffered with those i saw suffer: a&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3448 &#8212; Orlando from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3448</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3448</guid>
<description>&quot;ORLANDO  
As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a  
thousand crowns, and, as thou sayest, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me  
well: and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report  
speaks goldenly of&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3486 &#8212; Blanche from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3486</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3486</guid>
<description>&quot;Blanche- 
Husband, to arms?  Upon thy wedding day? 
Against the blood that thou hast married? 
What, shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men? 
Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums, 
Clamours of hell, be measures to our pomp? 
O husband, hear me! Ay, alack, how new 
Is 'husband' in&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3493 &#8212; king lear from king lear by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3493</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3493</guid>
<description>&quot;Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire; spout rain. 
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. 
I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; 
I never gave you kingdom, called you children; 
You owe me no subsciption. Then let fall 
Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand, your slave 
A poor, infirm&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3495 &#8212; Puck from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3495</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3495</guid>
<description>&quot;Thou speak'st aright; 
I am that merry wanderer of the night. 
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile 
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, 
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: 
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, 
In very likeness of a roasted crab; 
And&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3496 &#8212; Peter from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3496</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3496</guid>
<description>&quot;Find them out whose names are written here! It is 
written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his 
yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with 
his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am 
sent to find those persons whose names are here 
writ, and&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3515 &#8212; jaques from As you like it by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3515</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3515</guid>
<description>&quot;JAQUES: All the world's a stage,  
And all the men and women merely players;  
They have their exits and their entrances,  
And one man in his time plays many parts,  
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,  
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.  
Then the whining schoolboy&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3520 &#8212; Adriana from The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3520</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3520</guid>
<description>&quot;His company must do his minions grace, 
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. 
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took 
From my poor cheek? then, he hath wasted it: 
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? 
If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd, 
Unkindness blunts it more&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3532 &#8212; Autolycus from The Winter&#39;s Tale by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3532</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3532</guid>
<description>&quot;Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who should&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3550 &#8212; Biondello from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3550</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3550</guid>
<description>&quot;Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt and chapeless; with two broken&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3554 &#8212; Kent from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3554</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3554</guid>
<description>&quot;Let it fall rather, though the fork invade 	The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly, 
When Lear is mad. What wilt thou do, old man?	Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak,	 
When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound,	  
When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3561 &#8212; Regan from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3561</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3561</guid>
<description>&quot;Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you 
Transport her purposes by word? Belike, 
Something -- I know not what: I'll love thee much, 
Let me unseal the letter. 
(...) 
I know your lady does not love her husband; 
I am sure of that: and at her late being&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3562 &#8212; Queen Katherine from Henry VIII by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3562</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3562</guid>
<description>&quot;Sir, 
I am about to weep; but, thinking that 
We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain 
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears 
I'll turn to sparks of fire. 
 
(CARDINAL WOLSEY  
Be patient yet.) 
 
 
I will, when you are humble; nay, before, 
Or God will&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3571 &#8212; Helena from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3571</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3571</guid>
<description>&quot;I confess 
Here on my knee before high heaven and you, 
That before you, and next unto high heaven, 
I love your son. 
My friends were poor but honest; so's my love. 
Be not offended, for it hurts not him 
That he is loved of me. I follow him not&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3582 &#8212; BOYET from Love&#39;s Labour&#39;s Lost by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3582</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3582</guid>
<description>&quot;'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible; 
true, that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that 
thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful 
than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have 
commiseration on thy heroical vassal! The 
magnanimous and most illustrate king Cophetua set 
eye upon the pernicious and&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3652 &#8212; Prologue from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3652</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3652</guid>
<description>&quot;Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; 
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. 
This man is Pyramus, if you would know; 
This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. 
This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present 
Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder; 
And through Wall's&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3665 &#8212; PAROLLES from ALL&#39;S WELL THAT ENDS WELL by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3665</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3665</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3669 &#8212; Phoebe from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3669</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3669</guid>
<description>&quot;I would not be thy executioner: 
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. 
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye: 
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, 
That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, 
Who shut their coward gates on atomies, 
Should be call'd tyrants&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3670 &#8212; Ophelia from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3670</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3670</guid>
<description>&quot;He took me by the wrist, and held me hard,then goes he to the length of all his arm, and with his other hand thus o'er his brow, he falls to such perusal of my face as 'a would draw it. Long stayed he so. At last, a little shaking&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3700 &#8212; Parolles from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3700</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3700</guid>
<description>&quot;PAROLLES: It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3701 &#8212; Iago from Othello by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3701</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3701</guid>
<description>&quot;Ay, there's the point: as--to be bold with you--  
Not to affect many proposed matches?Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,?Whereto we see in all things nature tends--?Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank,?Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural.?But pardon me; I do not in position?Distinctly speak of her;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3765 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3765</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3765</guid>
<description>&quot;You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; 
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart  
is true as steel:Leave you your power to draw, 
And I shall have no power to follow you. 
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, 
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: 
Use&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3772 &#8212; Constance from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3772</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3772</guid>
<description>&quot;Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!    
  False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!    
  Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces?    
  It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard:  5  
  Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again:    
  It cannot be; thou dost but&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3811 &#8212; Romeo from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3811</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3811</guid>
<description>&quot;If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep 
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. 
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne 
And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit  
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. 
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead- 
Strange&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3812 &#8212; Edgar from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3812</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3812</guid>
<description>&quot;I heard my self proclaim'd; 
And by the happy hollow of a tree 
Escaped the hunt. No port is free; no place, 
That guard, and most unusual vigilance 
Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may 'scape, 
I will preserve myself: and am bethought 
To take the basest and most&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3816 &#8212; Juliet from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3816</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3816</guid>
<description>&quot;Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, 
Towards Phoebus' lodging; such a wagoner 
As Phaethon would whip you to the west, 
And bring in cloudy  night immediately. 
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, 
That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo 
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. 
Lovers can see to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3825 &#8212; Parolles from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3825</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3825</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3833 &#8212; Katharine from The Taming Of The Shrew by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3833</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3833</guid>
<description>&quot;Fie, fie! Unknit that threatening unkind brow 
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes. 
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor; 
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, 
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, 
And in no sense is meet or amiable. 
A&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3835 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3835</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3835</guid>
<description>&quot;Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? 
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? 
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, 
That I did never, no, nor never can, 
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, 
But you must flout my insufficiency? 
Good troth you do&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3841 &#8212; Emilia from Othello by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3841</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3841</guid>
<description>&quot;Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would store the world they played for. But I do think it is their husbands' faults if wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties and pour our treasures into foreign laps; or else break out in peevish jealousies;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3843 &#8212; Helena from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3843</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3843</guid>
<description>&quot;How happy some o'er other some can be! 
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. 
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; 
He will not know what all but he do know. 
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, 
So I, admiring of his qualities. 
Things&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3848 &#8212; NURSE from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3848</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3848</guid>
<description>&quot;Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!-- Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me: but, as I said, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3851 &#8212; Volumnia from Coriolanus by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3851</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3851</guid>
<description>&quot;Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment 
And state of bodies would bewray what life 
We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself 
How more unfortunate than all living women 
Are we come hither: since that thy sight, 
which should 
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3860 &#8212; Isabella from Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3860</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3860</guid>
<description>&quot;To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,  
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,  
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,  
Either of condemnation or approof;  
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will:  
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,  
To follow as it&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3869 &#8212; Prince from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3869</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3869</guid>
<description>&quot;Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, 
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- 
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, 
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage 
With purple fountains issuing from your veins, 
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands 
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3872 &#8212; Puck from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3872</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3872</guid>
<description>&quot;My mistress with a monster is in love.  
Near to her close and consecrated bower,  
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,  
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,  
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,  
Were met together to rehearse a play,  
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3879 &#8212; Touchstone from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3879</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3879</guid>
<description>&quot;Now I am he sir.  He that must marry this woman.  Therefore, you clown, abandon,–which is in the vulgar, leave,–the society,–which in the boorish is company,–of this female,–which in the common is women,–which together is abandon the society of this female; or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#3881 &#8212; Julia from Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3881</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/3881</guid>
<description>&quot;O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! 
Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey  
And kill the bees that yield it with your stings! 
I'll kiss each several paper for amends. 
Look, here is writ 'kind Julia:' unkind Julia!  
As in revenge of thy ingratitude, 
I throw thy&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1419 &#8212; Fairy from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1419</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1419</guid>
<description>&quot;Over hill, over dale, 
Thorough bush, thorough brier, 
Over park, over pale, 
Thorough flood, thorough fire, 
I do wander everywhere, 
Swifter than the moon's sphere; 
And I serve the fairy queen, 
To dew her orbs upon the green. 
The cowslips tall her pensioners be: 
In their gold coats spots you&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#249 &#8212; Hermia from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/249</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/249</guid>
<description>&quot;Help me, Lysander, help me! Do thy best to pluck this crawling serpent from my breast. Ay me, for pity. What a dream was here! Lysander, look how I do quake with fear. Methought a serpent eat my heart away, and you sat smiling at his cruel prey. Lysander! What&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#784 &#8212; Hermia from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/784</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/784</guid>
<description>&quot;Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the    game.    
  Now I perceive that she hath made compare    
  Between our statures; she hath urged her height;    
  And with her personage, her tall personage,    
  Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.  305  
  And are you grown so high in his esteem;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#513 &#8212; Oberon from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/513</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/513</guid>
<description>&quot;I pray thee, give it me. 
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, 
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: 
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, 
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; 
And there&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1582 &#8212; Oberon from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1582</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1582</guid>
<description>&quot;Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove 
Till I torment thee for this injury. 
My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememberest 
Since once I sat upon a promontory, 
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back 
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath 
That the rude sea grew&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#290 &#8212; Titania from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/290</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/290</guid>
<description>&quot;Out of this wood do not desire to go 
Thou shalt remian here whether thou wilt or no 
I am a spirit of no common rate 
The summer still doth tend upon my state 
And I do love thee 
Therefore go with me  
And I shall give thee fairies to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#806 &#8212; Titania from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/806</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/806</guid>
<description>&quot;…..Why art thou here? 
Come from the furthest steppe of India? 
But that, forsooth, the bouncing amazon, 
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love, 
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come 
To give their bed joy and prosperity. 
 
Never, since the middle summer's spring, 
Met we on hill, in&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#982 &#8212; Titania from A Midsummer Night&#39;s Dream by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/982</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/982</guid>
<description>&quot;Set your heart at rest: 
The fairy land buys not the child of me. 
His mother was a votaress of my order: 
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, 
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side, 
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, 
Marking the embarked traders&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1199 &#8212; PAROLLES from ALL&#39;S WELL THAT ENDS WELL by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1199</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1199</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#970 &#8212; Parolles from ALL&#39;S WELL THAT ENDS WELL by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/970</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/970</guid>
<description>&quot;PAROLLES: It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#37 &#8212; Helena from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/37</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/37</guid>
<description>&quot;Then I confess, 
Here on my knee, before high heaven and you 
That before you, and next unto high heaven, 
I love your son. 
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: 
Be not offended, for it hurts not him 
That he is lov'd of me:  I follow him&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#448 &#8212; Helena from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/448</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/448</guid>
<description>&quot;Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie 
Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky 
Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull  
Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.  
What power is it which mounts my love so high;  
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#559 &#8212; Helena from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/559</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/559</guid>
<description>&quot;O! were that all. I think not on my father; 
And these great tears grace his remembrance more 
Than those I shed for him. What was he like?  
I have forgot him: my imagination  
Carries no favour in 't but Bertram's.  
I am undone: there is no living, none,  
If&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2178 &#8212; Helena from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2178</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2178</guid>
<description>&quot;O! were that all. I think not on my father; 
And these great tears grace his remembrance more 
Than those I shed for him. What was he like?  
I have forgot him: my imagination  
Carries no favour in 't but Bertram's.  
I am undone: there is no living, none,  
If&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2285 &#8212; Helena from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2285</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2285</guid>
<description>&quot;HELENA: I confess  
Here on my knee before high heaven and you,  
That before you, and next unto high heaven,  
I love your son.  
My friends were poor but honest; so's my love.  
Be not offended, for it hurts not him  
That he is loved of me. I follow him&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#195 &#8212; Parolles from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/195</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/195</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1864 &#8212; Parolles from All&#39;s Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1864</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1864</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1542 &#8212; Steven from All&#39;s Well that ends Well by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1542</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1542</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1867 &#8212; Cleopatra from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1867</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1867</guid>
<description>&quot;No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded 
By such poor passion as the maid that milks 
And does the meanest chares. It were for me 
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; 
To tell them that this world did equal theirs 
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2654 &#8212; Cleopatra from Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2654</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2654</guid>
<description>&quot;Where think'st thou he is he now? 
Stands he, or sits he? 
Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? 
O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! 
Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou movest? 
The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm and burgonet of&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1845 &#8212; As You Like It from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1845</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1845</guid>
<description>&quot;Think not I love him, though I ask for him;  
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.  
But what care I for words? Yet words do well  
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.  
It is a pretty youth; not very pretty;  
But sure he's proud;&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#243 &#8212; Rosalind from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/243</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/243</guid>
<description>&quot;It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue; yet to good wine they do use&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2672 &#8212; Rosalind from As You Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2672</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2672</guid>
<description>&quot;O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and overcame:' for your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they 
loved&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1021 &#8212; Phebe from As you Like It by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1021</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1021</guid>
<description>&quot;I would not be thy executioner:  
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.  
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye:  
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,  
That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,  
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,  
Should be call'd tyrants&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#1512 &#8212; Coriolanus from Coriolanus by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1512</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1512</guid>
<description>&quot;You common cry of curs!whose breath I hate 
As reek o'th'rotten fens,whose loves I prize 
As the dad carcasses of unburied men 
That do corrupt my air: I banish you! 
And here remain with your uncertainty! 
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! 
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1846 &#8212; Menenius from Coriolanus by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1846</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1846</guid>
<description>&quot;I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in favoring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-like upon too trivial motion; one that converses more with the buttock of&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#890 &#8212; Volumnia from Coriolanus by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/890</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/890</guid>
<description>&quot;Nay, go not from us thus. 
If it were so that our request did tend 
To save the Romans, thereby to destroy 
The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us, 
As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit 
Is that you reconcile them: while the Volsces 
May say 'This&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#645 &#8212; Imogen from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/645</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/645</guid>
<description>&quot;I did not take my leave of him, but had 
Most pretty things to say:  ere I could tell him 
How I would think on him at certain hours 
Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear 
The shes of Italy should not betray 
Mine interest and his&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#961 &#8212; Imogen from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/961</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/961</guid>
<description>&quot;Why, I must die;  
    And if I do not by thy hand, thou art  
    No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter  
    There is a prohibition so divine  
    That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.  
    Something's afore't. Soft, soft! we'll no defence;  
    Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1189 &#8212; Jachimo from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1189</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1189</guid>
<description>&quot;The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense  
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus  
Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd  
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,  
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily,  
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!  
But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1075 &#8212; Claudius from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1075</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1075</guid>
<description>&quot;O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; 
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, 
A brother's murther! Pray can I not, 
Though inclination be as sharp as will. 
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, 
And, like a man to double business bound, 
I stand in pause where&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2685 &#8212; Gertrude from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2685</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2685</guid>
<description>&quot;There is a willow grows aslant a brook 
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. 
Therewith fantastic garlands did she make 
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples, 
That liberal shepherds did give a grosser name,  
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. 
There on&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2206 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2206</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2206</guid>
<description>&quot;Oh, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, 
 
 Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, 
  
 Or that the Everlasting had not fixed 
  
 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God, God! 
  
 How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable 
  
 Seem to me all the uses of this world! 
 
 Fie on 't, ah fie!&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2596 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2596</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2596</guid>
<description>&quot;HAMLET: O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,  
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,  
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed  
His canon [1] 'gainst self slaughter. O God, God,  
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable  
Seem to me all the uses of this world!  
Fie on't&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#2628 &#8212; Hamlet from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2628</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2628</guid>
<description>&quot;HAMLET  
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to 
you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,  
as many of your players do, I had as lief the 
town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air 
too much with your hand, thus, but&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2502 &#8212; Horatio from Hamlet by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2502</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2502</guid>
<description>&quot;Not from his mouth, 
Had it the ability of life to thank you: 
He never gave commandment for their death. 
But since, so jump upon this bloody question, 
You from the Polack wars, and you from England, 
Are here arrived give order that these bodies 
High on a stage be&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#35 &#8212; Prince Henry from Henry IV, Part 1 by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/35</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/35</guid>
<description>&quot;Do not think so; you shall not find it so: 
And God forgive them that so much have sway'd 
Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! 
I will redeem all this on Percy's head 
And in the closing of some glorious day 
Be bold to tell you that I am&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#74 &#8212; Rumour from Henry IV, Part 2 by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/74</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/74</guid>
<description>&quot;Open your ears; for which of you will stop 
	The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? 
	I, from the orient to the drooping west 
	(Making the wind my post-horse), still unfold 
	The acts commenced on this ball of earth: 
	Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, 
	The which in every&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1812 &#8212; Boy from Henry V by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1812</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1812</guid>
<description>&quot;As young as I am, I have observed these three swashers. I am boy to all three; but all three, though they would serve me, could not be man to me; for indeed three such antics do not amount to a man. For Bardolph, he is white-livered and red-faced; by&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1969 &#8212; Henry V from Henry V by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1969</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1969</guid>
<description>&quot;KING: The mercy that was quick in us but late, 
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed. 
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy; 
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms 
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. 
See you, my princes and my noble&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<item>
<title>#2220 &#8212; Prologue from Henry V by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2220</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2220</guid>
<description>&quot;O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend 
The brightest heaven of invention, 
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act 
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! 
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, 
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, 
Leash'd in like hounds, should&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2440 &#8212; Eleanor from Henry VI Part II by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2440</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/2440</guid>
<description>&quot;.ELEANOR: Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself.  
For whilst I think I am thy married wife  
And thou a prince, Protector of this land,  
Methinks I should not thus be led along,  
Mailed up [1] in shame, with papers on my back,  
And followed with a rabble that rejoice&#8230;&quot;</description>
</item>

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<title>#856 &#8212; Joan La Pucelle from Henry VI, Part 1 by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/856</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/856</guid>
<description>&quot;The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. 
Now help, ye charming spells and periapts; 
And ye choice spirits that admonish me 
And give me signs of future accidents. 
 
[Thunder] 
 
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes 
Under the lordly monarch of the north, 
Appear and aid me in this enterprise. 
 
[Enter&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1377 &#8212; Queen Margaret from Henry VI, Part 3 by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1377</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1377</guid>
<description>&quot;Come. Make him stand upon this molehill here 
That raught at mountains with outstretched arms 
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand. 
What? Was it you that would that would be England's king? 
Was't you that reveled in our parliament 
And made a preachment of your high descent? 
Where&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#662 &#8212; Queen Margaret from Henry VI, part 3 by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/662</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/662</guid>
<description>&quot;Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced? 
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! 
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me; 
And given unto the house of York such head 
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. 
To entail him and his heirs unto&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1897 &#8212; Queen Katharine of Aragon from Henry VIII by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1897</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/1897</guid>
<description>&quot;QUEEN KATHARINE 
Sir, I desire you do me right and justice; 
And to bestow your pity on me: for 
I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, 
Born out of your dominions; having here 
No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance 
Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir, 
In&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#28 &#8212; Queen Katherine from Henry VIII by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/28</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/28</guid>
<description>&quot;Ye tell me what ye wish for both,--my ruin: 
Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye! 
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge 
That no king can corrupt. 
The more shame for ye: holy men I thought ye, 
Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues; 
But cardinal&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#924 &#8212; Queen Katherine from Henry VIII by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/924</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/924</guid>
<description>&quot;Sir, I desire you do me right and justice; 
And to bestow your pity on me: for 
I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, 
Born out of your dominions; having here 
No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance 
Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir, 
In what have&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#725 &#8212; Antony from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
<link>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/725</link>
<guid>http://www.monologuesearch.com/monologues/725</guid>
<description>&quot;I doubt not of your wisdom.  
    Let each man render me his bloody hand. 
    First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; 
    Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; 
    Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus; 
    Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; 
    Though last, not least in love&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1547 &#8212; Brutus from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;It must be by his death.  And for my part, 
I know no personal cause to spurn at him, 
But for the general.  He would be crowned: 
How that might change his nature, there's the question 
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder 
And that craves wary&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2008 &#8212; Brutus from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Romans, countrymen, be patient till the last. Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor and have respect to mine honor that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom and awake your senses that you may the better judge. 
 
  Roman&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2108 &#8212; Brutus from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Remember March, the ides of March remember. 
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? 
What villain touch'd his body,that did stab, 
And not for justice? What,shall one of us, 
That struck the foremost man of all this world 
But for supporting robbers, shall we now 
Contaminate our fingers with&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2652 &#8212; Calpurnia from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,  
Yet now they fright me.  There is one within,  
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,  
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.   
A lioness hath whelped in the streets; 
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; 
Fierce fiery&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#822 &#8212; Cassius from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world 
Like a Colossus, and we petty men 
Walk under his huge legs and peep about 
To find ourselves dishonourable graves. 
Men at some time are masters of their fates: 
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, 
But in ourselves, that&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1727 &#8212; Marc Anthony from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,  
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!  
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man  
That ever lived in the tide of times.  
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!  
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--  
Which&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#696 &#8212; Marc Antony from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; 
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. 
The evil that men do lives after them; 
The good is oft interred with their bones; 
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus 
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: 
If it were&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1243 &#8212; Portia from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;If this were true, then should I know this secret. I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman that Lord Brutus took to wife. I grant I am a woman, but withal a woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter. Think you I am no stronger thaqn my sex, Being so&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2607 &#8212; Sir John Falstaff from King Henry IV, Part II by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;"I would you had but the wit: 'twere better than your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never none of these demure boys come to any proof; for&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#834 &#8212; La Pucelle from King Henry The Sixth Part one by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;The regent conquers and the French-  
men fly.  
Now help, ye charming spells and periapts; 
And ye choice spirits that admonish me  
And give me signs of future accidents:  
  
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes  
Under the lordly monarch of the north,  
Appear, and aid me in this enterprise 
 
This&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1921 &#8212; Joan of Arc from King Henry VI Part I by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;First, let me tell you whom you have 
condemn'd:  
Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,  
But issu'd from the progeny of kings; 
Virtuous and holy; chosen from above, 
By inspiration of celestial grace,  
To work exceeding miracles on earth. 
I never had to do with wicked spirits: 
But you,â€”that&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#65 &#8212; Bastard from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;A foot of honour better than I was; 
But many a many foot of land the worse. 
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady. 
'Good den, sir Richard!'--'God-a-mercy, fellow!'-- 
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; 
For new-made honour doth forget men's names; 
'Tis too&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1160 &#8212; Constance from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;King John 
                                   Act III, sc. 4 (line 98) 
CONSTANCE 
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, 
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, 
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, 
Remembers me of all his gracious parts, 
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1367 &#8212; Constance from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Now shame upon you whether she does or no. 
His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's 
shames, 
Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor 
eyes, 
WHich heaven shall take in nature of a fee. 
Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed 
To do him justice, and revenge on&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1396 &#8212; Constance from King John by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace!  
    False blood to false blood join'd! gone to be friends!  
    Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces?  
    It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard:  
    Be well advised, tell o'er thy tale again:  
    It cannot be; thou dost but say&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#707 &#8212; Cordelia from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
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<description>&quot;I yet beseech your majesty,-- 
If for I want that glib and oily art, 
To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, 
I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known 
It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, 
No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, 
That hath deprived me&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#66 &#8212; Edmund from King Lear by William Shakespeare</title>
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