Dance for me. You are young. You are happy. Dance! Second Girl. What shall my dance say? Life. That it is Spring, and that there are brooks flowing, newly awakened and mad to be with the sea. That there is a white bud widening under the moon, and in a curtained room a young girl sleeping. That the sun has wakened her— Second Girl. And now give me back my crown. Life. You do not need a crown, pretty one. Second Girl. I am afraid of you! Life. Afraid of me! What have I done? Second Girl. I do not know. Life. Do not be afraid. Second Girl. I am afraid. Life. I shall be a kind master to you. Second Girl. Master? Life. A kind master. Second Girl. You are my slave. Life. I shall never be your slave again. Second Girl. And if she were right? If it is true? Life. What are you saying? Second Girl. Nothing— Life. You must call me master. Second Girl. No. That I will not do.

Life Monologue from The Slave with Two Faces

Rehearse Life's monologue