Nancy Monologue from Giles Corey, Yeoman: A Play

From Giles Corey, Yeoman: A Play by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman

female · anguished · 1:03 min

Where be my spectacles--where be they? (Runs about the room searching.) Oh Lord, what's the use of living to be so old that you're scattered all over the house like a seed thistle! Having to hunt everywhere for your eyes and your wits whenever you want to use 'em, and having other folks a-meddling with 'em! Where be the spectacles? They be not in the cupboard; they be not on the dresser. Where be they? I trow this be witch-work. I know well enough what has become of my good horn spectacles. Goody Bishop hath witched them away, thinking they would suit well with her fine hood. I know well that I-- Phoebe (sobbing aloud). Oh, Nancy, it is not Aunt Corey. It is only Goodwife Nourse.

Rehearse Nancy's monologue

Run it out loud with a spotlight that follows your voice, line by line, until it's off the page. Free to start, no credit card.

Rehearse free Get started free