Monologue

Duke Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

male · romantic · 32 sec

Let all the rest give place. Once more, Cesario, Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty. Tell her my love, more noble than the world, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; The parts that fortune hath bestow’d upon her, Tell her I hold as giddily as fortune; But ’tis that miracle and queen of gems That nature pranks her in attracts my soul.

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