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

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

male · defiant · 46 sec

(Above the murmurs) My fine friends, I'm not afraid of you. You've forced your way into my house, and you've asked me to speak. Put up with the truth for once! (His words rush out) You are the thing that pelts the weak; kicks women; howls down free speech. This to-day, and that to-morrow. Brain--you have none. Spirit--not the ghost of it! If you're not meanness, there's no such thing. If you're not cowardice, there is no cowardice (Above the growing fierceness of the hubbub) Patriotism--there are two kinds--that of our soldiers, and this of mine. You have neither!

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