Monologue

Mel Monologue from The Double Dealer

From The Double Dealer by William Congreve

male · anguished · 1:16 min

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Oh, I could curse my stars, fate, and chance; all causes and accidents of fortune in this life! But to what purpose? Yet, 'sdeath, for a man to have the fruit of all his industry grow full and ripe, ready to drop into his mouth, and just when he holds out his hand to gather it, to have a sudden whirlwind come, tear up tree and all, and bear away the very root and foundation of his hopes:--what temper can contain? They talk of sending Maskwell to me; I never had more need of him. But what can he do? Imagination cannot form a fairer and more plausible design than this of his which has miscarried. O my precious aunt, I shall never thrive without I deal with the devil, or another woman. Women, like flames, have a destroying power, Ne'er to be quenched, till they themselves devour.

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Mel expresses his frustration and despair over lost opportunities and the unpredictability of fate, feeling the weight of his ambitions slipping away.

30s · despair · fate · betrayal · ambition · power

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