Crusty Monologue from The Group: A Farce

From The Group: A Farce by Mercy Otis Warren

male · defiant · 1:17 min

When first I listed in the desp'rate cause, And blindly swore obedience to his will, So wise, so just, so good I thought Rapatio, That if salvation rested on his word I'd pin my faith, and risk my hopes thereon. (HAZLEROD: Any why not now?--What staggers thy belief?) Himself--his perfidy appears-- It is too plain he has betray'd his country; And we're the wretched tools by him mark'd out To seal its ruins--tear up the ancient forms, And every vestige treacherously destroy, Nor leave a trait of freedom in the land. Nor did I think hard fate wou'd call me up From drudging o'er my acres, Treading the glade, and sweating at the plough, To dangle at the tables of the great; At bowls and cards to spend my frozen years; To sell my friends, my country, and my conscience; Profane the sacred sabbaths of my God; Scorn'd by the very men who want my aid To spread distress o'er this devoted people.

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