And here in the dark, these final hours, I will lay down my heart, I will feel the power - but you won’t.
Oh that I were a man!
What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands;
and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander
unmitigated rancor - O God that I were a man!
I would eat his heart in the marketplace.
Talk with a man out a window! A proper saying.
Sweet Hero, she is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.
Princes and Counties! Surely a princely testimony
A goodly count, count Comfect; A sweet gallant, surely!
O that I were a man for his sake!
Or that I had a friend would be a man for my sake.
But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment,
And men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too:
He is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it.
I cannot be a man with wishing.
Therefore I will die a woman with grieving.