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Monologues for Men

PIS.

How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not

What monsters her accuse? Leonatus!

O master, what a strange infection

Is fall’n into thy ear! What false Italian

(As poisonous tongu’d as handed) hath prevail’d

On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal? No.

She’s punish’d for her truth, and undergoes,

More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults

As would take in some virtue. O my master,

Thy mind to her is now as low as were

Thy fortunes. How? that I should murder her,

Upon the love and truth and vows which I

Have made to thy command? I, her? Her blood?

If it be so to do good service, never

Let me be counted serviceable. How look I

That I should seem to lack humanity

So much as this fact comes to?

Reading.

“Do’t; the letter

That I have sent her, by her own command

Shall give thee opportunity.” O damn’d paper,

Black as the ink that’s on thee! Senseless bauble,

Art thou a feodary for this act, and look’st

So virgin-like without? Lo here she comes.

I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

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