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Monologues for Men

GEN.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,

Our nation’s terror and their bloody scourge!

The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

On us thou canst not enter but by death;

For I protest we are well fortified,

And strong enough to issue out and fight.

If thou retire, the Dolphin, well appointed,

Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee.

On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch’d,

To wall thee from the liberty of flight;

And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,

But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,

And pale destruction meets thee in the face.

Ten thousand French have ta’en the sacrament

To rive their dangerous artillery

Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

Lo, there thou stand’st, a breathing valiant man,

Of an invincible unconquer’d spirit!

This is the latest glory of thy praise

That I thy enemy due thee withal;

For ere the glass, that now begins to run,

Finish the process of his sandy hour,

These eyes, that see thee now well colored,

Shall see thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead.

Drum afar off.

Hark, hark, the Dolphin’s drum, a warning bell,

Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul,

And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.

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