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Monologues for Men

ARC.

O queen Emilia,

Fresher than May, sweeter

Than her gold buttons on the boughs, or all

Th’ enamell’d knacks o’ th’ mead or garden! yea

(We challenge too) the bank of any nymph,

That makes the stream seem flowers! thou, O jewel

O’ th’ wood, o’ th’ world, hast likewise blest a place

With thy sole presence. In thy rumination

That I, poor man, might eftsoons come between

And chop on some cold thought! Thrice-blessed chance,

To drop on such a mistress, expectation

Most guiltless on’t. Tell me, O Lady Fortune

(Next after Emily my sovereign), how far

I may be proud. She takes strong note of me,

Hath made me near her; and this beauteous morn

(The prim’st of all the year) presents me with

A brace of horses; two such steeds might well

Be by a pair of kings back’d, in a field

That their crowns’ titles tried. Alas, alas,

Poor cousin Palamon, poor prisoner, thou

So little dream’st upon my fortune that

Thou think’st thyself the happier thing to be

So near Emilia. Me thou deem’st at Thebes,

And therein wretched, although free. But if

Thou knew’st my mistress breath’d on me, and that

I ear’d her language, liv’d in her eye, O coz,

What passion would enclose thee!

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