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Monologues for Men

ARC.

No, Palamon,

Those hopes are prisoners with us. Here we are,

And here the graces of our youths must wither

Like a too-timely spring. Here age must find us,

And which is heaviest, Palamon, unmarried.

The sweet embraces of a loving wife,

Loaden with kisses, arm’d with thousand Cupids,

Shall never clasp our necks; no issue know us;

No figures of ourselves shall we ev’r see

To glad our age, and like young eagles teach ’em

Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say,

“Remember what your fathers were, and conquer!”

The fair-ey’d maids shall weep our banishments,

And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune

Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done

To youth and nature. This is all our world:

We shall know nothing here but one another,

Hear nothing but the clock that tells our woes;

The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it;

Summer shall come, and with her all delights,

But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.

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