Mrs Miller Monologue from Love and Intrigue: A Tragedy

From Love and Intrigue: A Tragedy by Friedrich Schiller

female · defiant · 56 sec

Be civil, Miller! How many a bright shilling have his presents---- MILLER (comes back, and goes up to her). The blood money of my daughter? To Beelzebub with thee, thou infamous bawd! Sooner will I vagabondize with my violin and fiddle for a bit of bread--sooner will I break to pieces my instrument and carry dung on the sounding-board than taste a mouthful earned by my only child at the price of her soul and future happiness. Give up your cursed coffee and snuff-taking, and there will be no need to carry your daughter's face to market. I have always had my bellyful and a good shirt to my back before this confounded scamp put his nose into my crib.

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