Monologue

Sebastian Monologue from Twelfth Night

From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

male · melancholic · 34 sec

A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful. But though I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

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