And what right have you to it? All very well for you to take peace with you into the other world. What do you leave for your sons to inherit? (MR. BARLOW: The peace of God, Henrietta, if there is no peace among men.) Then why did you have children? Why weren't you celibate? They have to live among men. If they have no place among men, why have you put them there? If the peace of God is no more than the peace of death, why are your sons born of you? How can you have peace with God, if you leave no peace for your sons--no peace, no pride, no place on earth? (GERALD: Nay, mother, nay. You shall never blame father on my behalf.) Don't trouble--he is blameless--I, a hulking, half-demented woman, I am GLAD when you blame me. But don't blame me when I tell you to fight. Don't do that, or you will regret it when you must die. Ah, your father was stiff and proud enough before men of better rank than himself. He was overbearing enough with his equals and his betters. But he humbled himself before the poor, he made me ashamed. He must hear it--he must hear it! Better he should hear it than die coddling himself with peace. His humility, and my pride, they have made a nice ruin of each other. Yet he is the man I wanted to marry--he is the man I would marry again. But never, never again would I give way before his goodness. Gerald, if you must be true to your father, be true to me as well. Don't set me down at nothing because I haven't a humble case.

Mrs Barlow Monologue from Touch and Go: A Play in Three Acts

Rehearse Mrs Barlow's monologue