Ho, yes! That tale has been dinned into your ears often enough, I can quite believe. I sent him to you--my coldness, heartlessness, selfishness sent him to you. The unsympathetic wife--eh? Yes, but you didn't put yourself to the trouble of asking for my version of the story before you mingled your woes with his. You know him now. Have I been altogether to blame, do you still think? Unsympathetic! Because I've so often had to tighten my lips, and stare blankly over his shoulder, to stop myself crying out in weariness of his vanity and pettiness? Cruel! Because, occasionally, patience becomes exhausted at the mere contemplation of a man so self-absorbed? Why, you married miserably, the Duke of St. Olpherts tells us! Before you made yourself my husband's champion and protector, why didn't you let your experience speak a word for me? However, I didn't come here to revile you. They say that you're a strange woman--not the sort of woman one generally finds doing such things as you have done; a woman with odd ideas. I hear--oh, I'm willing to believe it!--that there's good in you.

Sybil Monologue from The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith

Rehearse Sybil's monologue