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Monologues for Men

TRO.

O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus—

When I do tell thee there my hopes lie drown’d,

Reply not in how many fathoms deep

They lie indrench’d. I tell thee I am mad

In Cressid’s love; thou answer’st she is fair,

Pourest in the open ulcer of my heart

Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice,

Handiest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,

In whose comparison all whites are ink

Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure

The cygnet’s down is harsh, and spirit of sense

Hard as the palm of ploughman. This thou tell’st me,

As true thou tell’st me, when I say I love her,

But saying thus, in stead of oil and balm,

Thou lay’st in every gash that love hath given me

The knife that made it.

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