Monologue

Michael Miskell Monologue from The Workhouse Ward

From The Workhouse Ward by Lady Gregory

male · anguished · 1:06 min

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I tell you but for the wheat that was to be sowed there would be more side cars and more common cars at my father's funeral than at any funeral ever left your own door. And as to my mother, she was a Cuffe from Claregalway, and it's she had the purer blood! Mike McInerney. And what do you say to the banshee? Isn't she apt to have knowledge of the ancient race? Was ever she heard to screech or to cry for the Miskells? Or for the Cuffes from Claregalway? She was not, but for the six families, the Hyneses, the Foxes, the Faheys, the Dooleys, the McInerneys. It is of the nature of the McInerneys she is I am thinking, crying them the same as a king's children.

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30s · melancholy · death · family · identity · honor

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