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

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

male · anguished · 43 sec

To fight to a finish; knowing you must be beaten--is anything better worth it? (STEEL: Well, then, I'm not going.) This is my private hell, Steel; you don't roast in it any longer. Believe me, it's a great comfort to hurt no one but yourself. (STEEL: I can't leave you, sir.) My dear boy, you're a brick--but we've got off by a miracle so far, and I can't have the responsibility of you any longer. Hand me over that correspondence about to-morrow's meeting. STEEL takes some papers from his pocket, but does not hand them.

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