Monologue

Holofernes Monologue from Love's Labour's Lost

From Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare

male · philosophical · 42 sec

You find not the apostrophus, and so miss the accent. Let me supervise the canzonet. Here are only numbers ratified, but, for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy,. Ovidius Naso was the man. And why indeed “Naso,” but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider. But, damosella virgin, was this directed to you?

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