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Monologues for Men

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This fellow’s of exceeding honesty,

And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,

Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,

I’ld whistle her off, and let her down the wind

To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black,

And have not those soft parts of conversation

That chamberers have, or for I am declin’d

Into the vale of years (yet that’s not much),

She’s gone. I am abus’d, and my relief

Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage!

That we can call these delicate creatures ours,

And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad

And live upon the vapor of a dungeon

Than keep a corner in the thing I love

For others’ uses. Yet ’tis the plague of great ones,

Prerogativ’d are they less than the base;

’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.

Even then this forked plague is fated to us

When we do quicken. Look where she comes:

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