You rather miss the point, I'm afraid. I didn't come here to tell you what you know perfectly well when you're sane. I came here to say this: Anyone in her senses could see the game your friend here is playing. It wouldn't take a baby in. If you think that a gentleman like that (His stare travels round the dishevelled room till it rests on MALISE) champions a pretty woman for nothing, you make a fairly bad mistake. (CLARE: Take care. But MALISE, after one convulsive movement of his hands, has again become rigid.) I don't pretend to be subtle or that kind of thing; but I have ordinary common sense. I don't attempt to be superior to plain facts---- (CLARE: Facts!) Oh! for goodness' sake drop that hifalutin' tone. It doesn't suit you. Look here! If you like to go abroad with one of your young sisters until the autumn, I'll let the flat and go to the Club.

George Dedmond Monologue from The Fugitive: A Play in Four Acts

Rehearse George Dedmond's monologue