Monologue

Demetrius Monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream

From A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare

male · romantic · 36 sec

O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! That pure congealèd white, high Taurus’ snow, Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow When thou hold’st up thy hand. O, let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!

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