Monologue

Dearth Monologue from Dear Brutus

From Dear Brutus by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie

male · joyful · 48 sec

No, Margaret. (MARGARET: Please, Daddy.) Oh, all right. They are shut. (MARGARET: Don't open them till I tell you. What finger is that?) The dirty one. MARGARET (on her knees among the leaves). Daddy, now I am putting up my hair. I have got such a darling of a mirror. It is such a darling mirror I 've got, Dad. Dad, don't look. I shall tell you about it. It is a little pool of water. I wish we could take it home and hang it up. Of course the moment my hair is up there will be other changes also; for instance, I shall talk quite differently.

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