Monologue

Agatha Posket Monologue from The Magistrate

From The Magistrate by Arthur Wing Pinero

48 sec

Those were terrible words to address to a widow with a son of nineteen. Don't count, Æneas, don't count! Those words tempted me. I glanced at my face in a neighbouring mirror, and I said "Æneas is fifty--why should I--a mere woman, compete with him on the question of age? He has already the advantage--I will be generous--I will add to it!" I led you to believe I had been married only fifteen years ago, I deceived you and my boy as to his real age, and I told you I was but one-and-thirty.

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