It may have no future at all. Have you thought of that? (BROADBENT: Oh, I'm not afraid of that. I have faith in Ireland, great faith, Mr Keegan.) And we have none: only empty enthusiasms and patriotisms, and emptier memories and regrets. Ah yes: you have some excuse for believing that if there be any future, it will be yours; for our faith seems dead, and our hearts cold and cowed. An island of dreamers who wake up in your jails, of critics and cowards whom you buy and tame for your own service, of bold rogues who help you to plunder us that they may plunder you afterwards. Eh? BROADBENT (a little impatient of this unbusinesslike view). Yes, yes; but you know you might say that of any country. The fact is, there are only two qualities in the world: efficiency and inefficiency, and only two sorts of people: the efficient and the inefficient. It don't matter whether they're English or Irish. I shall collar this place, not because I'm an Englishman and Haffigan and Co are Irishmen, but because they're duffers and I know my way about.

Keegan Monologue from John Bull's Other Island

Rehearse Keegan's monologue