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Polixenes Monologue from The Winter's Tale

From The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 29 sec

O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly, and my name Be yok’d with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn’d, Nay, hated too, worse than the great’st infection That e’er was heard or read!

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