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Myles Monologue from Christmas Candles: Plays for Boys and Girls

From Christmas Candles: Plays for Boys and Girls by Elsie Hobart Carter

male · anguished · 1:13 min

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Beshrew me if 'tis. This is the way the elders and deacons stand and sing. Tune: "Windsor." My days consume away like Smoak Mine anguish is so great. My bones are not unlike a hearth Parched and dry with heat. Such is my grief I little else Can do but sigh and groan. So wasted is my flesh I'm left Nothing but skin and bone. Like th' Owl and Pelican that dwell In desarts out of sight I sadly do bemoan myself In solitude delight. The Ashes I rowl in when I eat Are tasted with my bread And with my drink are mixed the tears I plentifully shed. MOTHER. Roger and Myles, silence! I will not have this wicked mocking of our good elders. Haven't you heard the parson tell the story of how the bears ate the children who mocked Elisha?

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child · sadness · isolation · grief · family · identity

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