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Cressida Monologue from Troilus and Cressida

From Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 38 sec

Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affections Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief. My love admits no qualifying dross; No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Enter Troilus.

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