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Monologues for Men

ALCIB.

I am an humble suitor to your virtues;

For pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy

Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood

Hath stepp’d into the law, which is past depth

To those that (without heed) do plunge into’t.

He is a man (setting his fate aside)

Of comely virtues;

Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice

(An honor in him which buys out his fault),

But with a noble fury and fair spirit,

Seeing his reputation touch’d to death,

He did oppose his foe;

And with such sober and unnoted passion

He did behoove his anger, ere ’twas spent,

As if he had but prov’d an argument.

Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,

And not endure all threats? sleep upon’t,

And let the foes quietly cut their throats

Without repugnancy? If there be

Such valor in the bearing, what make we

Abroad? Why then, women are more valiant

That stay at home, if bearing carry it;

And the ass more captain than the lion, the fellow

Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,

If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,

As you are great, be pitifully good.

Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?

To kill, I grant, is sin’s extremest gust,

But in defense, by mercy, ’tis most just.

To be in anger is impiety;

But who is man that is not angry?

Weigh but the crime with this.

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