Monologue

Titania Monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream

From A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare

female · defiant · 1:08 min

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Set your heart at rest; The fairyland buys not the child of me. His mother was a vot’ress of my order, And in the spicèd Indian air, by night, Full often hath she gossip’d by my side; And sat with me on Neptune’s yellow sands, Marking th’ embarkèd traders on the flood, When we have laugh’d to see the sails conceive, And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Following (her womb then rich with my young squire), Would imitate, and sail upon the land, To fetch me trifles, and return again, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; And for her sake do I rear up her boy, And for her sake I will not part with him.

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Titania expresses her deep commitment to raising the child of her deceased friend, asserting her determination to keep him despite external pressures.

30s · determination · family · loss · love · identity

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