Pertinax Monologue from Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces

From Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces by Marguerite Merington

male · anguished · 52 sec

While occupying an enviable position as overseer of my master’s farm I should be happier as a public slave working in the stone-quarries or the mill! Worn to the heart with longing I am of mortals the most wretched! I cannot sleep, I cannot eat! To such a degree has love inflamed me that, but for my tears, I should be consumed with fire! My wits wander like cows at pasture! No longer do I remember when to sow the three months’ wheat, or how to set out a rose-bed! A row of lilies or of leeks, it is all the same to me!

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