Monologue

Absolute Monologue from The Rivals

From The Rivals by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

male · sarcastic · 46 sec

What, sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness! to---- Sir ANTHONY Zounds! sirrah! the lady shall be as ugly as I choose: she shall have a hump on each shoulder; she shall be as crooked as the crescent; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's Museum; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew--she shall be all this, sirrah!--yet I will make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night to write sonnets on her beauty.

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