Monologue

Maria Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

female · comedic · 32 sec

I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love, wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.

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