Mary 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

female · defiant · 45 sec

It’s them that’s fat and flabby do be wrinkled young, and that whitish yellowy hair she has does be soon turning the like of a handful of thin grass you’d see rotting, where the wet lies, at the north of a sty. ((Turning to go out on right.)) Ah, it’s a better thing to have a simple, seemly face, the like of my face, for two-score years, or fifty itself, than to be setting fools mad a short while, and then to be turning a thing would drive off the little children from your feet. (She goes out; Martin Doul has come forward again, mastering himself, but uncertain.)

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