No: the Arabs don't count women. They don't believe we have any souls. (RANKIN: That is true, Captain: the poor benighted creatures!) Well, what was he to do? He wasn't in love with Sir Howard; and he WAS in love with me. So he naturally offered to swop Sir Howard for me. Don't you think that was nice of him, Captain Kearney? (KEARNEY: I should have done the same myself, Lady Waynflete. Proceed.) Captain Brassbound, I must say, was nobleness itself, in spite of the quarrel between himself and Sir Howard. He refused to give up either of us, and was on the point of fighting for us when in came the Cadi with your most amusing and delightful letter, captain, and bundled us all back to Mogador after calling my poor Sidi the most dreadful names, and putting all the blame on Captain Brassbound. So here we are. Now, Howard, isn't that the exact truth, every word of it?

Lady Cicely Monologue from Captain Brassbound's Conversion

Rehearse Lady Cicely's monologue