Leontes Monologue from The Winter's Tale

From The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare

male · contemplative · 1:02 min

No, in good earnest. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy’s face, methoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech’d, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money? (MAMILLIUS: No, my lord, I’ll fight.) You will? Why, happy man be ’s dole! My brother, Are you so fond of your young prince as we Do seem to be of ours?

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