Monologue

Mrs. Donohoe Monologue from A SatireBy Karl EttlingerTranslated

From A SatireBy Karl EttlingerTranslated by Benjamin F. Glazer.

female · melancholic · 41 sec

Ah, sure, I buried the whole string of them. Himself was the last to go. The Lord be praised he got a fine natural death. Sure we must go through our crosses. And he got a lovely funeral; it would delight you to hear the priest reading the Mass. My poor John Donohoe! A nice clean man, you couldn't but be fond of him. Very severe on the tobacco he was, but he wouldn't touch the drink.

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