Monologue

Ben Monologue from William Congreve

From William Congreve by Love for Love

male · sarcastic · 46 sec

What, do you mean that fair-weather spark that was here just now? Will he thrash my jacket? Let’n,—let’n. But an he comes near me, mayhap I may giv’n a salt eel for’s supper, for all that. What does father mean to leave me alone as soon as I come home with such a dirty dowdy? Sea-calf? I an’t calf enough to lick your chalked face, you cheese-curd you:—marry thee? Oons, I’ll marry a Lapland witch as soon, and live upon selling contrary winds and wrecked vessels.

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