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Mellish 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

male · defiant · 55 sec

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I'll not begone. You shall come back with me and do your duty-- Your duty to your backers, do you hear? You have not punched the bag this blessed day. (CASHEL: The putrid bag engirdled by thy belt Invites my fist.) Ingrate! O wretched lot! Who would a trainer be? O Mellish, Mellish, Trainer of heroes, builder-up of brawn, Vicarious victor, thou createst champions That quickly turn thy tyrants. But beware: Without me thou art nothing. Disobey me, And all thy boasted strength shall fall from thee. With flaccid muscles and with failing breath Facing the fist of thy more faithful foe, I'll see thee on the grass cursing the day Thou didst forswear thy training.

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