Monologue

Olivia Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

female · defiant · 28 sec

Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but madman. Fie on him! Go you, Malvolio. If it be a suit from the Count, I am sick, or not at home. What you will, to dismiss it. Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.

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