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Monologues for Men

CAP.

God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play,

Alone, in company, still my care hath been

To have her match’d; and having now provided

A gentleman of noble parentage,

Of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly lien’d,

Stuff’d, as they say, with honorable parts,

Proportion’d as one’s thought would wish a man,

And then to have a wretched puling fool,

A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,

To answer, “I’ll not wed, I cannot love;

I am too young, I pray you pardon me.”

But and you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.

Look to’t, think on’t, I do not use to jest.

Thursday is near, lay hand on heart, advise.

And you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend;

And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,

For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.

Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.

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