Bishop Hardbrooke Monologue from The Americans

From The Americans by Edwin Davies Schoonmaker

male · defiant · 1:19 min

One moment, brother Egerton; One moment, Governor; let me say a word. (Steps toward the Figures) My brothers, If hunger hath driven you here, then know I speak For one whose self was hungry, Jesus Christ; Yet was he meek and lamb-like. Why do you not Go to those places that have been prepared By charitable, Christian men and women For this very purpose, to relieve distress? If you are worthy you will there be fed. (FIGURES: Whited sepulchre! He's a whited sepulchre!) How dare you, armed with Labor's sacred tools Which our Lord's father sanctified when he Wrought at his wood in Nazareth, how dare you, With envy in your hearts, on murder bent, Intrude upon the quiet social hour Of honorable, law-abiding men? God sees you with your axes lifted there. And though you fear not law nor anything Of man, fear God, for he hath power And he can reach you in the uttermost Parts of the earth or air, as David saith.

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