Monologue

Paolo Monologue from The Rights of the Soul

From The Rights of the Soul by Giuseppe Giacosa

male · dramatic · 2:18 min

She understood, she asked me.... I could not deny it. Do me the favor of not judging me now. If you knew what I am thinking! Try it. Who knows? You understand her so well! She said so herself. What is the use of promising? I wouldn't keep it. She said that also. She knows me. Don't you know me? I think so. Look out. If—no, no, go—go—we shall see afterwards. You write me! Where is that letter? I beg you not to torment me. Ummm! I do not want you. It is not necessary now. If I need you I will call you. What? Why—no. There was nothing in it, the Syndic also knows that. I am glad to hear it. What a story! He wasn't even here at that time. Nonsense. That woman received word that her husband was killed in the mine and that the son wanted her to come to America, the day I left for Switzerland, a year ago yesterday or to-day; I remember it because I gave her a little money in gold which I had been able to procure. She was to leave two days later.... There you are nothing. Luciano was not there. I know. Oh, two days after we left. At his villa. Ah, I did not know that.... Then you are right. Ah, so he came? You are right. Oh, he was generous! He left all to the hospital.

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30s · confusion · love · betrayal · identity · family

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