No. I've lost all interest in articles. (HILDEGARDE: Even in my articles?) Even in yours. I'm only interested in the writer of your articles. (Agitated.) Miss Hilda, the hour is about to strike. (HILDEGARDE: What hour?) Listen, please. Let me explain. The situation is this. Instinct has got hold of me. When I woke up this morning something inside me said: 'You must call at the Ministry for that young woman and walk home with her.' This idea seemed marvellously beautiful to me; it seemed one of the most enchanting ideas that had ever entered the heart of man. I thought of nothing else all the morning. When I reached the Ministry and you'd gone, I felt as if I'd been shot. Then I rushed here. If you hadn't been at home I don't know what I should have done. My fever has been growing every moment. Providentially you are here. I give you fair warning that I'm utterly in the grip of an instinct which is ridiculously unconventional and which will brook no delay. I repeat, the hour is about to strike. HILDEGARDE (rousing herself). Before it actually strikes, I want to ask a question.

Tranto Monologue from The Title: A Comedy in Three Acts

Rehearse Tranto's monologue