Monologue

Brisk Monologue from The Double Dealer

From The Double Dealer by William Congreve

male · comedic · 1:03 min

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I'gad, so they will. Well, I will, I will; gad, you shall command me from the Zenith to the Nadir. But the deuce take me if I say a good thing till you come. But prithee, dear rogue, make haste, prithee make haste, I shall burst else. And yonder your uncle, my Lord Touchwood, swears he'll disinherit you, and Sir Paul Plyant threatens to disclaim you for a son-in-law, and my Lord Froth won't dance at your wedding to-morrow; nor, the deuce take me, I won't write your Epithalamium--and see what a condition you're like to be brought to. (MEL: Well, I'll speak but three words, and follow you.) Enough, enough. Careless, bring your apprehension along with you.

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Brisk is anxiously addressing a friend about the impending wedding, expressing concern over familial disapproval and the potential fallout, while maintaining a humorous tone.

20s · anticipation · family · betrayal · power · love

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