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Leontes Monologue from The Winter's Tale

From The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 1:30 min

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Take her hence: Her heart is but o’ercharg’d; she will recover. I have too much believ’d mine own suspicion. Beseech you tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life. (Exeunt Paulina and Ladies with Hermione.) Apollo, pardon My great profaneness ’gainst thine oracle! I’ll reconcile me to Polixenes, New woo my queen, recall the good Camillo, Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy; For, being transported by my jealousies To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose Camillo for the minister to poison My friend Polixenes: which had been done, But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command, though I with death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him, Not doing it and being done. He, most humane And fill’d with honour, to my kingly guest Unclasp’d my practice, quit his fortunes here, Which you knew great, and to the certain hazard Of all incertainties himself commended, No richer than his honour. How he glisters Thorough my rust! And how his piety Does my deeds make the blacker! Enter Paulina.

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Leontes grapples with the consequences of his jealousy and the realization of his wrongful actions, seeking to reconcile with those he has wronged.

30s · despair · jealousy · redemption · honor · betrayal

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