Christine Monologue from She Would Be a Soldier; Or, The Plains of Chippewa

From She Would Be a Soldier; Or, The Plains of Chippewa by M. M. (Mordecai Manuel) Noah

female · romantic · 1:09 min

Enough, dear Lenox; I shall never doubt your faith. But come, let us in to breakfast--stay--my knight of the rueful countenance, where is the portrait which you have been sketching of me? Let me look at your progress. (LENOX: 'Tis here.) (Opening it.) Heavens, how unlike! Why Lenox, you were dreaming of the Venus de Medici when you drew this--Oh, you flatterer! (LENOX: Nay, 'tis not finished; now stand there, while I sketch the drapery.--) Why, what a statue you are making of me. Pray, why not make a picture of it at once? Place me in that bower, with a lute and a lap dog, sighing for your return; then draw a soldier disguised as a pilgrim, leaning on his staff, and his cowl thrown back; let that pilgrim resemble thee, and then let the little dog bark, and I fainting, and there's a subject for the pencil and pallet.

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