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Monologue #328"How easy is it for the proper-false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Alas, our frailty is the cause not we! For such as we are made of, such we be. How will this fadge? My master loves her dearly; And i, poor monster,fonds as much on him…"
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Monologue #23"Speaks not Æneas like a conqueror? O blessed tempests that did drive him in! O happy sand that made him run aground! Henceforth you shall be our Carthage gods. Ay, but it may be, he will leave my love, And seek a foreign land call'd Italy: O that I had…"
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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 #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 #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 #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 #559"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…"
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Monologue #432"He has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber? Was the hope drunk Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To…"
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