Monologue Spam Flashcards
DON PEDRO
I’ faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true; though, I’ll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won: I have broke with her father, and his good will obtained: name the day of marriage, and God give thee joy!
Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and an grace say Amen to it.
CLAUDIO
To-morrow, my lord: time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief, too, to have all things answer my mind.
CLAUDIO
I did never think that lady would have loved any man.
No, nor I neither; but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviors seemed ever to abhor.
BENEDICK
Is’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?
By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it but that she loves him with an enraged affection: it is past the infinite of thought.
CLAUDIO
‘Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says: ‘Shall I,’ says she, that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?’
LEONATO
She railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her; ‘I measure him,’ says she, ‘by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.’
CLAUDIO
Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses; ‘O sweet Benedick! God give me patience!’
LEONATO
She doth indeed; my daughter says so: and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her that my daughter is sometime afeared she will do a desperate outrage to herself: it is very true.
CLAUDIO
No, but the barber’s man hath been seen with him,
LEONATO
Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by the loss of a beard.
DOGBERRY
One word, sir: our watch, sir, have indeed comprehended two aspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship.
LEONATO
Take their examination yourself and bring it me: I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto you.
ANTONIO
If you go on tus, you will leil yourself?
And “is not wisdom thus to second grief
Against yourself
I pray thee, cease thy counsel
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve:
Bring me a father that so loved his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm’d like mine, And bid him speak of patience;
But there is no such man: for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, No, no; ‘tis all men’s office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man’s virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
DON PEDRO
By my soul, nor I:
And yet, to satisfy this good old man, I would bend under any heavy weight That he’ll enjoin me to.
I cannot bid you bid my daughter live;
That were impossible: but, I pray you both, Possess the people in Messina here How innocent she died; and if your love Can labour ought in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb And sing it to her bones, sing it to-night:
To-morrow morning come you to my house, And since you could not be my son-in-law, Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, Almost the copy of my child that’s dead, And she alone is heir to both of us:
Give her the right you should have given her cousin, And so dies my revenge.
