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I've got two for you from Midsummer Night's Dream

HELENA: Call you me fair!? that fair again unsay!.
Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear!.
Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody!.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated!.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart!.

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HELENA: How happy some o'er other some can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she!.
But what of that!? Demetrius thinks not so;
He will not know what all but he do know:
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities:
Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled!.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured every where:
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt!.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
Then to the wood will he to-morrow night
Pursue her; and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again!.

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There's a really good one from Taming of the Shrew:

KATE: Fie, fie, unknit that threat'ning unkind brow
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor!.
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable!.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it!.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou li'st warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience--
Too little payment for so great a debt!.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord!?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
Whey they are bound to serve, love, and obey!.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts!?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms,
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown!.
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are!.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot,
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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well im a massive fan of romeo and juliet!.
this is a balcony scene!. i no it word for word!. quiete sad really!.and you dont have to say the romeo part!. so you cud make it a monologue

JULIET
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo!?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet!.

ROMEO
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this!?

JULIET
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague!.
What's Montague!? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man!. O, be some other name!
What's in a name!? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title!. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself!.


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school i did a monologue from Shakespeares play Twelfth Night, i got a A+

VIOLA: I left no ring with her!. What means this lady!?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her!.
She made good view of me; indeed, so much
That, as methought, her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly!.
She loves me sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger!.
None of my lord's ring!? Why, he sent her none!.
I am the man!. If it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream!.
Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much!.
How easy is it for the proper false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we,
For such as we are made of, such we be!.
How will this fadge!? My master loves her dearly;
And I (poor monster) fond as much on him;
And she (mistaken) seems to dote on me!.
What will become of this!? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love!.
As I am woman (now alas the day!),
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!?
O Time, thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me t' untie!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

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