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Monologues for Men

K. RICH.

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

Have mercy, Jesu! Soft, I did but dream.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.

Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.

What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.

Richard loves Richard, that is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.

Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why—

Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?

Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good

That I myself have done unto myself?

O no! Alas, I rather hate myself

For hateful deeds committed by myself.

I am a villain; yet I lie, I am not.

Fool, of thyself speak well; fool, do not flatter:

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,

And every tongue brings in a several tale,

And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree;

Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;

All several sins, all us’d in each degree,

Throng to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!”

I shall despair; there is no creature loves me,

And if I die no soul will pity me.

And wherefore should they, since that I myself

Find in myself no pity to myself?

Methought the souls of all that I had murder’d

Came to my tent, and every one did threat

Tomorrow’s vengeance on the head of Richard.

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