Monologue

Beatrice Monologue from Much Ado About Nothing

From Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

female · defiant · 31 sec

Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I’ll none: Adam’s sons are my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

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