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Monologues for Men

TRO.

No, Pandarus, I stalk about her door,

Like to a strange soul upon the Stygian banks

Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,

And give me swift transportance to these fields

Where I may wallow in the lily-beds

Propos’d for the deserver! O gentle Pandar,

From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings,

And fly with me to Cressid!

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round;

Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet

That it enchants my sense; what will it be,

When that the wat’ry palates taste indeed

Love’s thrice-repured nectar? Death, I fear me,

Sounding destruction, or some joy too fine,

Too subtile, potent, tun’d too sharp in sweetness

For the capacity of my ruder powers.

I fear it much, and I do fear besides

That I shall lose distinction in my joys,

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps

The enemy flying.

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