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Monologues for Men

CAES.

You are too indulgent. Let’s grant it is not

Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,

To give a kingdom for a mirth, to sit

And keep the turn of tippling with a slave,

To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet

With knaves that smells of sweat: say this becomes him

(As his composure must be rare indeed

Whom these things cannot blemish), yet must Antony

No way excuse his foils, when we do bear

So great weight in his lightness. If he fill’d

His vacancy with his voluptuousness,

Full surfeits and the dryness of his bones

Call on him for’t. But to confound such time

That drums him from his sport and speaks as loud

As his own state and ours, ’tis to be chid—

As we rate boys who, being mature in knowledge,

Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,

And so rebel to judgment.

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