Monologue

Aaron Monologue from Titus Andronicus

From Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare

male · dark · 38 sec

He that had wit would think that I had none, To bury so much gold under a tree, And never after to inherit it. Let him that thinks of me so abjectly Know that this gold must coin a stratagem, Which, cunningly effected, will beget A very excellent piece of villainy. And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest That have their alms out of the empress’ chest. Enter Tamora alone to the Moor.

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