Monologue

Hermione Monologue from The Winter's Tale

From The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 30 sec

You gods, look down, And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter’s head! Tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserv’d? where liv’d? how found Thy father’s court? for thou shalt hear that I, Knowing by Paulina that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserv’d Myself to see the issue.

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