Monologue

Mahon Monologue from The Playboy of the Western World

From The Playboy of the Western World by John Millington Synge

male · anguished · 1:57 min

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getting distressed. —It’s maybe out of reason that that man’s himself. ((Cheering again.)) There’s none surely will go cheering him. Oh, I’m raving with a madness that would fright the world! (He sits down with his hand to his head.) There was one time I seen ten scarlet divils letting on they’d cork my spirit in a gallon can; and one time I seen rats as big as badgers sucking the life blood from the butt of my lug; but I never till this day confused that dribbling idiot with a likely man. I’m destroyed surely. (WIDOW QUIN: And who’d wonder when it’s your brain-pan that is gaping now?) Then the blight of the sacred drought upon myself and him, for I never went mad to this day, and I not three weeks with the Limerick girls drinking myself silly, and parlatic from the dusk to dawn. (To Widow Quin, suddenly.) Is my visage astray? (WIDOW QUIN: It is then. You’re a sniggering maniac, a child could see.) getting up more cheerfully.—Then I’d best be going to the union beyond, and there’ll be a welcome before me, I tell you (with great pride), and I a terrible and fearful case, the way that there I was one time, screeching in a straightened waistcoat, with seven doctors writing out my sayings in a printed book. Would you believe that?

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