Monologue

Smirnov Monologue from WHITE DRESSES(A Tragedy of Negro Life)

From WHITE DRESSES(A Tragedy of Negro Life) by PAUL GREENE

male · anguished · 41 sec

Shoot! You have no idea what happiness it would be to die in sight of those beautiful eyes, to die from the revolver in this little velvet hand! I'm mad! Consider it and decide immediately, for if I go now, we shall never see each other again. Decide--speak--- I am a noble, a respectable man, have an income of ten thousand, can shoot a coin thrown into the air. I own some fine horses. Will you be my wife?

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