Monologue

Portia Monologue from The Merchant of Venice

From The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 35 sec

He doth nothing but frown, as who should say “And you will not have me, choose.” He hears merry tales and smiles not. I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. I had rather be married to a death’s-head with a bone in his mouth than to either of these. God defend me from these two!

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