Antony Monologue from John Dryden

From John Dryden by All for Love

male · melancholic · 49 sec

Give me some music, look that it be sad. I'll soothe my melancholy, till I swell, And burst myself with sighing.-- 'Tis somewhat to my humour; stay, I fancy I'm now turned wild, a commoner of nature; Of all forsaken, and forsaking all; Live in a shady forest's sylvan scene, Stretched at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it; My uncombed locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot.

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