Monologue

Hermione Monologue from The Winter's Tale

From The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 1:26 min

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There’s some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities. But I have That honourable grief lodg’d here which burns Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so The king’s will be perform’d. (LEONTES: Shall I be heard?) Who is’t that goes with me? Beseech your highness My women may be with me, for you see My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools; There is no cause: when you shall know your mistress Has deserv’d prison, then abound in tears As I come out: this action I now go on Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord: I never wish’d to see you sorry; now I trust I shall. My women, come; you have leave.

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Hermione, wrongfully accused and imprisoned, expresses her deep sorrow and the weight of her honor while pleading for understanding from the lords present.

30s · sadness · honor · grief · power · fate

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