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Monologues for Men

PAL.

’Tis in our power

(Unless we fear that apes can tutor’s) to

Be masters of our manners. What need I

Affect another’s gait, which is not catching

Where there is faith? or to be fond upon

Another’s way of speech, when by mine own

I may be reasonably conceiv’d; sav’d too,

Speaking it truly? Why am I bound

By any generous bond to follow him

Follows his tailor, haply so long until

The follow’d make pursuit? Or let me know

Why mine own barber is unblest, with him

My poor chin too, for ’tis not scissor’d just

To such a favorite’s glass? What canon is there

That does command my rapier from my hip,

To dangle’t in my hand, or to go tiptoe

Before the street be foul? Either I am

The forehorse in the team, or I am none

That draw i’ th’ sequent trace. These poor slight sores

Need not a plantin; that which rips my bosom

Almost to th’ heart’s—Our uncle Creon.

A most unbounded tyrant, whose successes

Makes heaven unfear’d, and villainy assured

Beyond its power there’s nothing; almost puts

Faith in a fever, and deifies alone

Voluble chance; who only attributes

The faculties of other instruments

To his own nerves and act; commands men service,

And what they win in’t, boot and glory; one

That fears not to do harm; good, dares not. Let

The blood of mine that’s sib to him be suck’d

From me with leeches! let them break and fall

Off me with that corruption!

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