Holofernes Monologue from Love's Labour's Lost

From Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare

male · sarcastic · 40 sec

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasimes, such insociable and point-devise companions, such rackers of orthography, as to speak “dout” “b”, when he should say “doubt”, “det” when he should pronounce “debt”—, not. He clepeth a calf “cauf”, half “hauf”; neighbour “nebour”, neigh abbreviated “ne”. This is abhominable, which he would call “abominable”. It insinuateth me of insanie. To make frantic, lunatic.

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