Monologue

Bly Monologue from Windows

From Windows by John Galsworthy

male · defiant · 52 sec

(Preparing to work, while FAITH prepares to set the salt cellars) So you've got it! You never know your luck. Up to-day and down to-morrow. I'll 'ave a glass over this to-night. What d'you get? (FAITH: Thirty.) It's not the market price, still, you're not the market article. Now, put a good heart into it and get to know your job; you'll find Cook full o' philosophy if you treat her right--she can make a dumplin' with anybody. But look 'ere; you confine yourself to the ladies! (FAITH: I don't want your advice, father.) I know parents are out of date; still, I've put up with a lot on your account, so gimme a bit of me own back.

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