Cler Monologue from The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy

From The Little French Lawyer: A Comedy by Francis Beaumont

male · defiant · 49 sec

That boyish sleight-- (Din: Not so, Sir.) That poor and base renouncing of your honour, Can be allaied with words? (Din: I give you way still.) Coloured with smooth excuses? Was it a friends part, A Gentlemans, a mans that wears a Sword, And stands upon the point of reputation, To hide his head then, when his honour call'd him? Call'd him aloud, and led him to his fortune? To halt and slip the coller? by my life, I would have given my life I had never known thee, Thou hast eaten Canker-like into my judgement With this disgrace, thy whole life cannot heal again.

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