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Monologue #73"Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart. Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day For many weary months. … Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord, With the first glance that ever--pardon me-- If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. I…"
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Monologue #32"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…"
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Monologue #33"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…"
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Monologue #19"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…"
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Monologue #15"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…"
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Monologue #561"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…"
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Monologue #327"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…"
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Monologue #34"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…"
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