Monologue

Tim Monologue from John Bull's Other Island

From John Bull's Other Island by Bernard Shaw

male · comedic · 46 sec

Not a word, sir, not a word. Sure it'll do tomorrow. Besides, I'm Irish, sir: a poor ather, but a powerful dhrinker. (BROADBENT: I was just about to ring for tea when you came. Sit down, Mr Haffigan.) Tay is a good dhrink if your nerves can stand it. Mine can't. Haffigan sits down at the writing table, with his back to the filing cabinet. Broadbent sits opposite him. Hodson enters emptyhanded; takes two glasses, a siphon, and a tantalus from the cupboard; places them before Broadbent on the writing table; looks ruthlessly at Haffigan, who cannot meet his eye; and retires.

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