![]() I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,-īut I, that am not shap’d for sportive tricks, Grim-visag’d war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front Īnd now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths Made glorious summer by this sun of York Īnd all the clouds that lour’d upon our house With a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore I’ll make him sure yea, and I’ll swear I Should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I amĪfraid he would prove the better counterfeit. ![]() Gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he Have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this Valour is discretion in the which better part I ![]() Liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and Is to be a counterfeit for he is but theĬounterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:īut to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby That hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.Ĭounterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die, I’ll give you leave to powder me and eat me too Sorry - the last monologue I posted was Henry from Henry IV, part I.Īlso a very funny monologue from the same play by Falstaff (after pretending to die in battle): ![]()
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