Measure For Measure Monologue
|Measure For Measure Monologue by William Shakespeare|
- ANGELO: What's this? what's this? is this her fault or mine?
- The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?
- Not she, nor doth she tempt; but it is I
- That, lying by the violet in the sun,
- Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
- Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be
- That modesty may more betray our sense
- Than woman's lightness? Having wasteground enough,
- Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
- And pitch our evils there? O fie, fie, fie!
- What dost thou? or what are thou, Angelo?
- Dost thou desire her foully for those things
- That make her good? O, let her brother live:
- Thieves for their robbery have authority
- When judges steal themselves. What, do I love her,
- That I desire to hear her speak again,
- And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on?
- O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint,
- With saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous
- Is that temptation that doth goad us on
- To sin in loving virtue. Never could the strumpet
- With all her double vigor, art and nature,
- Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
- Subdues me quite. Ever till now,
- When men were fond, I smiled and wondered how.