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Monologues for Men

K. EDW.

Have I a tongue to doom my brother’s death,

And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?

My brother kill’d no man, his fault was thought,

And yet his punishment was bitter death.

Who sued to me for him? Who (in my wrath)

Kneel’d at my feet and bid me be advis’d?

Who spoke of brotherhood? Who spoke of love?

Who told me how the poor soul did forsake

The mighty Warwick and did fight for me?

Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,

When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,

And said, “Dear brother, live, and be a king”?

Who told me, when we both lay in the field

Frozen (almost) to death, how he did lap me

Even in his own garments, and did give himself

(All thin and naked) to the numb cold night?

All this from my remembrance brutish wrath

Sinfully pluck’d, and not a man of you

Had so much grace to put it in my mind.

But when your carters or your waiting vassals

Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac’d

The precious image of our dear Redeemer,

You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon,

And I (unjustly too) must grant it you.

But for my brother not a man would speak,

Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself

For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all

Have been beholding to him in his life;

Yet none of you would once beg for his life.

O God! I fear thy justice will take hold

On me and you, and mine and yours, for this.

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