Are you afraid of me? There are many who are afraid of me. There are many who are afraid. A slave may become a master. I may become— If I were your master, I would be kind to you. You are beautiful. You are very beautiful. If you should take your crown from your head, you would still be beautiful. You are beautiful as the slight burning of the apple-petal's cheek when the sun glances at the great flowers near it. You are beautiful as the little pool far in the forest which holds lily-buds in its hands. You are beautiful— Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid? Ah, that pleases me. Will you not take your crown from your head? There is nothing so beautiful as a woman's hair flying in the wind. I can see your hair beneath your crown. Your hair would be beautiful flying in the wind. Yes, you are beautiful. You are like a new flower opening, and dazzling a passing bird with sudden color. You are like the bird that passes. Your hair lifts like winks in the sun. Your crown is like jewels gathered from old galleons beneath the sea. May I see your crown? Let me hold it in my fingers. I shall give it back to you. I shall give it back.

Life Monologue from The Slave with Two Faces

Rehearse Life's monologue