From She Would Be a Soldier; Or, The Plains of Chippewa by M. M. (Mordecai Manuel) Noah

O, fiddle-de-dee, I don't mind how larned she is, so much the better--she can teach me to parlyvoo, and dance solos and duets, and such elegant things, when I've done ploughing. (JASPER: But I'm not sure that she will like you.) Not like me? Come, that's a good one; only look at my movements--why she can't resist me. I'm the boy for a race, for an apple-paring or quilting frolic--fight a cock, hunt an opossum, or snare a partridge with any one.--Then I'm a squire, and a county judge, and a brevet ossifer in the militia besides; and a devil of a fellow at an election to boot. Not have me? damme, that's an insult. Besides, sergeant Jasper, I've been to the wars since I've seen ye--got experience, laurels and lilies, and all them there things. (JASPER: Indeed!) Yes--sarved a campaign, and was at the battle of Queenstown. What do you think of that?

Jerry Monologue from She Would Be a Soldier; Or, The Plains of Chippewa

Rehearse Jerry's monologue