I don't want to, but what with the worry o' this 'ere divorce suit, an' you bein' a lady an' 'im havin' to be so careful of yer, and tryin' to save, not smokin' all day like 'e used, an' not gettin' 'is two bottles of claret regular; an' losin' his sleep, an' takin' that stuff for it; and now this 'ere last business. I've seen 'im sometimes holdin' 'is 'ead as if it was comin' off. (Seeing CLARE wince, she goes on with a sort of compassion in her Chinese face) I can see yer fond of him; an' I've nothin' against yer you don't trouble me a bit; but I've been with 'im eight years--we're used to each other, and I can't bear to see 'im not 'imself, really I can't. She gives a sadden sniff. Then her emotion passes, leaving her as Chinese as ever. (CLARE: This last business--what do you mean by that?) If 'e a'n't told yer, I don't know that I've any call to. (CLARE: Please.) (Her hands twisting very fast) Well, it's to do with this 'ere "Watchfire." One of the men that sees to the writin' of it 'e's an old friend of Mr. Malise, 'e come 'ere this mornin' when you was out. I was doin' my work in there (She points to the room on the right) an' the door open, so I 'earl 'em. Now you've 'ung them curtains, you can't 'elp it.

Mrs Miler Monologue from The Fugitive: A Play in Four Acts

Rehearse Mrs Miler's monologue