Monologue

Deirdre Monologue from John Millington Synge

From John Millington Synge by Deirdre of the Sorrows

23 sec

And yet I’m in dread leaving this place, where I have lived always. Won’t I be lonesome and I thinking on the little hill beyond, and the apple-trees do be budding in the spring-time by the post of the door? Won’t I be in great dread to bring you to destruction, Naisi, and you so happy and young?

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