Monologue

King Monologue from All's Well That Ends Well

From All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 1:14 min

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My honour’s at the stake, which to defeat, I must produce my power. Here, take her hand, Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift, That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love and her desert; that canst not dream We, poising us in her defective scale, Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know It is in us to plant thine honour where We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt; Obey our will, which travails in thy good; Believe not thy disdain, but presently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right Which both thy duty owes and our power claims; Or I will throw thee from my care for ever Into the staggers and the careless lapse Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate Loosing upon thee in the name of justice, Without all terms of pity. Speak! Thine answer!

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The King confronts a young man who has disrespected his authority and the honor of a woman he values, demanding obedience and respect while threatening severe consequences for defiance.

40s · anger · power · honor · revenge · duty

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