



Esta frase es el maravilloso inicio de uno de los libros que más profundamente me han marcado,






Mi monólogo favorito del Cisne del Avon.





EMILIA

Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would
store the world they played for.

But I do think it is their husbands' faults
If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps,
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
Or scant our former having in despite;
Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,
Yet have we some revenge.

Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have.

When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs?
It is so too: and have not we affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
Then let them use us well: else let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.







