Martin Doul Monologue from The Well of the Saints: A Comedy in Three Acts

From The Well of the Saints: A Comedy in Three Acts by J. M. (John Millington) Synge

male · anguished · 54 sec

horrified. — Would you have me getting my death sitting out in the black wintry air with no coat on me at all? (TIMMY: with authority. — Strip it off now, or walk down upon the road.) bitterly. — Oh, God help me! ((He begins taking off his coat.)) I’ve heard tell you stripped the sheet from your wife and you putting her down into the grave, and that there isn’t the like of you for plucking your living ducks, the short days, and leaving them running round in their skins, in the great rains and the cold. (He tucks up his sleeves.) Ah, I’ve heard a power of queer things of yourself, and there isn’t one of them I’ll not believe from this day, and be telling to the boys.

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