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Monologues for Men

SUF.

Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

Gazes on her.

O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly,

For I will touch thee but with reverend hands.

I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,

And lay them gently on thy tender side.

Who art thou? say, that I may honor thee.

An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d.

Be not offended, nature’s miracle,

Thou art allotted to be ta’en by me;

So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,

Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.

Yet, if this servile usage once offend,

Go, and be free again, as Suffolk’s friend.

She is going.

O, stay!

Aside.

I have no power to let her pass,

My hand would free her, but my heart says no.

As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,

Twinkling another counterfeited beam,

So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.

Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:

I’ll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.

Fie, De la Pole, disable not thyself.

Hast not a tongue? Is she not here?

Wilt thou be daunted at a woman’s sight?

Ay; beauty’s princely majesty is such,

’Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.

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