Nurse Wreford Monologue from The Mob: A Play in Four Acts

From The Mob: A Play in Four Acts by John Galsworthy

female · anguished · 52 sec

You've treated my poor dear badly, sir. Where's your heart? (MORE: In full use.) On those heathens. Don't your own hearth and home come first? Your wife, that was born in time of war, with her own father fighting, and her grandfather killed for his country. A bitter thing, to have the windows of her house broken, and be pointed at by the boys in the street. (MORE stands silent under this attack, looking at his wife.) (KATHERINE: Nurse!) It's unnatural, sir--what you're doing! To think more of those savages than of your own wife! Look at her! Did you ever see her look like that? Take care, sir, before it's too late!

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