Monologue

Duke Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

male · philosophical · 27 sec

Too old, by heaven! Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband’s heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women’s are.

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