Monologue

Stephen More Monologue from The Mob: A Play in Four Acts

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

male · defiant · 1:01 min

We shall not agree there, Shelder; and we might argue it all day. But the point is, not whether you or I are right--the point is: What is a man who holds a faith with all his heart to do? Please tell me. (There is a silence.) (BANNING: I was just thinkin' of those poor fellows in the Pass.) I can see them, as well as you, Banning. But, imagine! Up in our own country--the Black Valley--twelve hundred foreign devils dead and dying--the crows busy over them--in our own country, our own valley--ours--ours--violated. Would you care about "the poor fellows" in that Pass?--Invading, stealing dogs! Kill them--kill them! You would, and I would, too! The passion of those words touches and grips as no arguments could; and they are silent.

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