Shakespearian monologe

Shakespearian monologue

O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth’,

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.

Thou art the ruins of the noblest men that ever lived in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood

Over thy wounds now do I prophesy

Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips to beg the voice and utterance of my tongue

A curse shall light upon the limbs of me n

Domestic fury and fierce civil strive shall clumber all parts of Italy

Blood and destruction shall so be in use

And dreadful objects so familiar

That mothers shall but smile when they behold

Their infants quartered with the hands of the war

all pity choked with custom of fell deeds

And ceasar’s spirit, ranging for revenge.

With Ate by his side come hot from hell,

Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice,

Cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of war’

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

With carrion men, groaning for burial

Shakespeare

Shakespeare

Shakespeare

Shakespeare

Shakespeare

Shakespeare