Monologue

Albany Monologue from King Lear

From King Lear by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 26 sec

O Goneril! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face! I fear your disposition; That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself. She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use.

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