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Wolsey Monologue from Henry VIII

From Henry VIII by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 1:05 min

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Till I find more than will or words to do it— I mean your malice—know, officious lords, I dare and must deny it. Now I feel Of what coarse metal ye are moulded, envy! How eagerly ye follow my disgraces, As if it fed ye, and how sleek and wanton Ye appear in everything may bring my ruin! Follow your envious courses, men of malice; You have Christian warrant for ’em, and no doubt In time will find their fit rewards. That seal You ask with such a violence, the King, Mine and your master, with his own hand gave me; Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours, During my life; and, to confirm his goodness, Tied it by letters-patents. Now, who’ll take it?

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Wolsey confronts the lords who conspire against him, expressing his indignation over their envy and malice while asserting his rightful position granted by the King.

50s · anger · power · jealousy · betrayal · ambition

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