Do you not know I am a woman when I think, I must speak.
Do you not know I am a woman when I think, I must speak.
Therefore-to speak, and to avoid the first,
And then, in speaking, not to incur the last-
Definitively thus I answer you:
Your love deserves my thanks, but my desert
Unmeritable shuns your high request.
The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?
But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,
Grave witnesses of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
[To Lucius] Speak, Rome's dear friend, as erst our ancestor,
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse
To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear
The story of that baleful burning night,
When subtle Greeks surpris'd King Priam's Troy.
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
I think, but dare not speak.
Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more
That speaks thy words again to do thee harm!
'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen
Tongue, and brain not; either both or nothing,
Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such
As sense cannot untie.
Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.
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