Monologue

Oberon Monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream

From A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare

male · inspirational · 31 sec

But we are spirits of another sort: I with the morning’s love have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessèd beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste, make no delay. We may effect this business yet ere day.

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