
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion Īnd, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Thou then look'dst like a villain now methinks

I false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo, To lie in watch there and to think on him?Īnd cry myself awake? that's false to's bed, is it? It is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour andįalse to his bed! What is it to be false? Where, if thou fear to strike and to make me certain Her life: I shall give thee opportunity at Must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with I speak not out of weak surmises,īut from proof as strong as my grief and as certainĪs I expect my revenge. Strumpet in my bed the testimonies whereof lieīleeding in me. I personally cut some of the middle out and kept the letter, the false bits and the end. She is not a whore nor anything close to one. This girl IMOGEN just got accused of being a whore by her husband who she has been trying to get back to despite her father banishing him. The problem is, there aren't that many good ones. Which is a good thing for people who whip monologues from it out of their back pocket. So CYMBELINE is probably the most underdone play in all history of Shakespeare. Think you there was, or might be, such a manĤ. Walk'd crowns and crownets realms and islands were Were dolphin-like they show'd his back above That grew the more by reaping: his delights His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd armĬrested the world: his voice was propertiedĪs all the tuned spheres, and that to friends īut when he meant to quail and shake the orb, His face was as the heavens and therein stuck Act 5 scene 2:ĬLEOPATRA I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony: It isn't usually used as a monologue since Dolabella interupts but the interruption is miniscule and the piece flows perfectly without it. If one were auditioning for Juliet or Ophelia and wanted to use another character this would be a good piece.

Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,Īnd therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. JULIET The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse
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My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven JULIET O God!-O nurse, how shall this be prevented? JULIET Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,

I think we should add a couple others to the selection: So since I've named the site after our lovely heroine, why not give a couple of her monologues for you lovely ladies to try out? Of course, everyone immediately thinks of Romeo Romeo or the monologue just before she drinks the potion ( Farewell! God knows.) Friar Lawrence gave her to go to sleep.
