Mirabell Monologue from The Way of the World

From The Way of the World by William Congreve

male · anguished · 58 sec

If a deep sense of the many injuries I have offered to so good a lady, with a sincere remorse and a hearty contrition, can but obtain the least glance of compassion. I am too happy. Ah, madam, there was a time—but let it be forgotten. I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held, of sighing at your feet; nay, kill me not by turning from me in disdain, I come not to plead for favour. Nay, not for pardon: I am a suppliant only for pity:—I am going where I never shall behold you more. (SIR WIL: How, fellow-traveller? You shall go by yourself then.) Let me be pitied first, and afterwards forgotten. I ask no more.

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