Cloten Monologue from Cymbeline

From Cymbeline by William Shakespeare

male · dark · 57 sec

If she be up, I’ll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still and dream. By your leave, ho! I know her women are about her; what If I do line one of their hands? ’Tis gold Which buys admittance yea, and makes Diana’s rangers false themselves, yield up Their deer to th’ stand o’ th’ stealer; and ’tis gold Which makes the true man kill’d and saves the thief; Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man. What Can it not do and undo? I will make One of her women lawyer to me, for I yet not understand the case myself. By your leave. Enter a Lady.

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