Monologue

Hornblower Monologue from The Skin Game (A Tragi-Comedy)

From The Skin Game (A Tragi-Comedy) by John Galsworthy

male · defiant · 1:02 min

Ay, he's with the old lady she wants to sell, an' she'll get her price, whatever it is. (HILLCRIST: If that isn't a skin game, Mr. Hornblower, I don't know what is.) Ah! Ye've got a very nice expression there. "Skin game!" Well, bad words break no bones, an' they're wonderful for hardenin' the heart. If it wasn't for a lady's presence, I could give ye a specimen or two. (MRS. H: Oh! Mr. Hornblower, that need not stop you, I'm sure.) Well, and I don't know that it need. Ye're an obstruction--the like of you--ye're in my path. And anyone in my path doesn't stay there long; or, if he does, he stays there on my terms. And my terms are chimneys in the Centry where I need 'em. It'll do ye a power of good, too, to know that ye're not almighty.

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