Monologue

Hippolyta Monologue from The Two Noble Kinsmen

From The Two Noble Kinsmen by William Shakespeare

female · defiant · 59 sec

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You’re out of breath; And this high-speeded pace is but to say That you shall never, like the maid Flavina, Love any that’s called man. (EMILIA: I am sure I shall not.) Now, alack, weak sister, I must no more believe thee in this point— Though in ’t I know thou dost believe thyself— Than I will trust a sickly appetite, That loathes even as it longs. But sure, my sister, If I were ripe for your persuasion, you Have said enough to shake me from the arm Of the all-noble Theseus; for whose fortunes I will now in and kneel, with great assurance That we, more than his Pirithous, possess The high throne in his heart.

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30s · determination · love · power · identity · sisterhood

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