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Lucian Monologue from The Admirable Bashville; Or, Constancy Unrewarded Being the Novel of Cashel Byron's Profession Done into a Stage Play in Three Acts and in Blank Verse, with a Note on Modern Prize Fighting

From The Admirable Bashville; Or, Constancy Unrewarded Being the Novel of Cashel Byron's Profession Done into a Stage Play in Three Acts and in Blank Verse, with a Note on Modern Prize Fighting by Bernard Shaw

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There is a man I like not haunts this house. (LYDIA: Thou speak'st of Cashel Byron?) Aye, of him. Hast thou forgotten that eventful night When as we gathered were at Hoskyn House To hear a lecture by Herr Abendgasse, He placed a single finger on my chest, And I, ensorceled, would have sunk supine Had not a chair received my falling form. (LYDIA: Pooh! That was but by way of illustration.) What right had he to illustrate his point Upon my person? Was I his assistant That he should try experiments on me As Simpson did on his with chloroform? Now, by the cannon balls of Galileo He hath unmanned me: all my nerve is gone. This very morning my official chief, Tapping with friendly forefinger this button, Levelled me like a thunderstricken elm Flat upon the Colonial Office floor.

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