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Monologue #662"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…"
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Monologue #37"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…"
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Monologue #13"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, Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us, Or scant our former having in despite; Why…"
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Monologue #153"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…"
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Monologue #46"The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the…"
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Monologue #595"Juliet: "Come night, come loving, black-browed night, give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of Heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to…"
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Monologue #27"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…"
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Monologue #534"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…"
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Monologue #17"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 your…"
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Monologue #72"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…"
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