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Monologues for Men

GLOU.

Was ever woman in this humor woo’d?

Was ever woman in this humor won?

I’ll have her, but I will not keep her long.

What? I, that kill’d her husband and his father,

To take her in her heart’s extremest hate,

With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,

The bleeding witness of my hatred by,

Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me,

And I no friends to back my suit at all

But the plain devil and dissembling looks?

And yet to win her! All the world to nothing!

Hah!

Hath she forgot already that brave prince,

Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,

Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,

Fram’d in the prodigality of nature—

Young, valiant, wise, and (no doubt) right royal—

The spacious world cannot again afford.

And will she yet abase her eyes on me,

That cropp’d the golden prime of this sweet prince

And made her widow to a woeful bed?

On me, whose all not equals Edward’s moi’ty?

On me, that halts and am misshapen thus?

My dukedom to a beggarly denier,

I do mistake my person all this while!

Upon my life, she finds (although I cannot)

Myself to be a marv’llous proper man.

I’ll be at charges for a looking-glass,

And entertain a score or two of tailors

To study fashions to adorn my body:

Since I am crept in favor with myself,

I will maintain it with some little cost.

But first I’ll turn yon fellow in his grave,

And then return lamenting to my love.

Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,

That I may see my shadow as I pass.

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