Monologue

Olivia Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

female · defiant · 31 sec

O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon bullets. There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.

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