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Gerard Monologue from A Blot in the 'Scutcheon

From A Blot in the 'Scutcheon by Robert Browning

male · dramatic · 1:03 min

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He runs Along the woodside, crosses to the South, Takes the left tree that ends the avenue... (TRESHAM: The last great yew-tree?) You might stand upon The main boughs like a platform. Then he... (TRESHAM: Quick!) Climbs up, and, where they lessen at the top, --I cannot see distinctly, but he throws, I think--for this I do not vouch--a line That reaches to the lady's casement-- TRESHAM. --Which He enters not! Gerard, some wretched fool Dares pry into my sister's privacy! When such are young, it seems a precious thing To have approached,--to merely have approached, Got sight of the abode of her they set Their frantic thoughts upon. Ha does not enter? Gerard?

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20s · anger · jealousy · family · privacy · intrusion

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