For whom are you waiting? I am waiting for Life also. He passes all ways. Are you not afraid of him? I, too, ran to meet him. No. It is only the little quarreling words of the leaves, and the winds that are always urging them to go away. Some day they will go. And that the wind knows. Why are you not wearing your crown? Do you not know? That is all of wisdom—the wearing of crowns before the eyes of Life. Few understand wisdom—even those who need it most—It was only the sound of a petal dreaming that it had fallen from the rose-tree. We all long for him. We cry out to him. When he comes, he hurts us, he tortures us. He kills us, unless we know the secret. That he is a slave. He pretends! He pretends! But always he knows in his heart that he is a slave. Only of those who have learned his secret is he afraid. Over those who are afraid of him he is a tyrant. He obeys—Kings and Queens! —Is why we must never let him see us without our crowns! They were told me by an old wise man, who sits outside the gate of our town. No. Because he was one of those who are afraid. Perhaps you will see—for yourself—Ah!

First Girl Monologue from The Slave with Two Faces

Rehearse First Girl's monologue