So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er ere love be...View Full Monologue Text
So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
But woe is me! you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state.
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must;
For women's fear and love holds quantity,
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now what my love is, proof hath made you know;
And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
In this monologue, the Player Queen tells the Player King that her love for him is great and therefore so is her fear. She explains that for a woman, love and fear go hand in hand.
AuthorName: William Shakespeare
Eras: 1601-1700, 1501-1600
CharacterName: Player Queen
Age Range: 20s - Early, 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late, 40s - Early, 40s - Late, 50s
Dialects: Standard American, Standard English
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Public domain