Heart Monologue from The Old Bachelor

From The Old Bachelor by William Congreve

53 sec

Why, ’twas I sung and danced; I gave music to the voice, and life to their measures. Look you here, Silvia, here are songs and dances, poetry and music—hark! how sweetly one guinea rhymes to another—and how they dance to the music of their own chink. This buys all t’other—and this thou shalt have; this, and all that I am worth, for the purchase of thy love. Say, is it mine then, ha? Speak, Syren—Oons, why do I look on her! Yet I must. Speak, dear angel, devil, saint, witch; do not rack me with suspense.

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