Poor wretch! Oh women! women! women! (He lifts his fists in invocation to heaven). Fall. Fall and crush. (He goes out into the garden). ACT III In the garden, Hector, as he comes out through the glass door of the poop, finds Lady Utterword lying voluptuously in the hammock on the east side of the flagstaff, in the circle of light cast by the electric arc, which is like a moon in its opal globe. Beneath the head of the hammock, a campstool. On the other side of the flagstaff, on the long garden seat, Captain Shotover is asleep, with Ellie beside him, leaning affectionately against him on his right hand. On his left is a deck chair. Behind them in the gloom, Hesione is strolling about with Mangan. It is a fine still night, moonless. (LADY UTTERWORD: What a lovely night! It seems made for us.) The night takes no interest in us. What are we to the night? (He sits down moodily in the deck chair). ELLIE (dreamily, nestling against the captain). Its beauty soaks into my nerves. In the night there is peace for the old and hope for the young.

Hector Monologue from Heartbreak House

Rehearse Hector's monologue