Monologue

Rosalind Monologue from As You Like It

From As You Like It by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 30 sec

I do beseech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me. If with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires, If that I do not dream, or be not frantic— As I do trust I am not—then, dear uncle, Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness.

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