Monologue

Octavia Monologue from All for Love

From All for Love by John Dryden

female · defiant · 1:09 min

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My hard fortune Subjects me still to your unkind mistakes. But the conditions I have brought are such, Your need not blush to take: I love your honour, Because 'tis mine; it never shall be said, Octavia's husband was her brother's slave. Sir, you are free; free, even from her you loathe; For, though my brother bargains for your love, Makes me the price and cement of your peace, I have a soul like yours; I cannot take Your love as alms, nor beg what I deserve. I'll tell my brother we are reconciled; He shall draw back his troops, and you shall march To rule the East: I may be dropt at Athens; No matter where. I never will complain, But only keep the barren name of wife, And rid you of the trouble.

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Octavia confronts her brother's manipulation and asserts her own dignity while negotiating her husband's freedom, revealing her inner strength and resolve.

30s · determination · love · honor · power · freedom

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