Monologue

York Monologue from Henry VI

From Henry VI by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 25 sec

Cold news for me, for I had hope of France As firmly as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, And caterpillars eat my leaves away; But I will remedy this gear ere long, Or sell my title for a glorious grave. Enter Gloucester.

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