Cashel Monologue from The Admirable Bashville; Or, Constancy Unrewarded Being the Novel of Cashel Byron's Profession Done into a Stage Play in Three Acts and in Blank Verse, with a Note on Modern Prize Fighting

From The Admirable Bashville; Or, Constancy Unrewarded Being the Novel of Cashel Byron's Profession Done into a Stage Play in Three Acts and in Blank Verse, with a Note on Modern Prize Fighting by Bernard Shaw

male · anguished · 1:13 min

Ah, no: It would remind you of my wretched mother. O God, let me be natural a moment! What other occupation can I try? What would you have me be? (LYDIA: A gentleman.) A gentleman! I, Cashel Byron, stoop To be the thing that bets on me! the fool I flatter at so many coins a lesson! The screaming creature who beside the ring Gambles with basest wretches for my blood, And pays with money that he never earned! Let me die broken-hearted rather! (LYDIA: But You need not be an idle gentleman. I call you one of Nature's gentlemen.) That's the collection for the loser, Lydia. I am not wont to need it. When your friends Contest elections, and at foot o' th' poll Rue their presumption, 'tis their wont to claim A moral victory. In a sort they are Nature's M. P.s. I am not yet so threadbare As to accept these consolation stakes.

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