Faulkland Monologue from The Rivals

From The Rivals by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

male · anguished · 1:10 min

What grounds for apprehension, did you say? Heavens! are there not a thousand! I fear for her spirits--her health--her life!--My absence may fret her; her anxiety for my return, her fears for me may oppress her gentle temper: and for her health, does not every hour bring me cause to be alarmed? If it rains, some shower may even then have chilled her delicate frame! If the wind be keen, some rude blast may have affected her! The heat of noon, the dews of the evening, may endanger the life of her, for whom only I value mine. O Jack! when delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension!

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