Trebell Monologue from Waste: A Tragedy, In Four Acts

From Waste: A Tragedy, In Four Acts by Harley Granville-Barker

male · anguished · 58 sec

The little fool, the little fool... why did she kill my child? What did it matter what I thought her? We were committed together to that one thing. Do you think I didn't know that I was heartless and that she was socially in the wrong? But what did Nature care for that? And Nature has broken us. (FRANCES: Not you. She's dead, poor girl... but not you.) Yes... that's the mystery no one need believe till he has dipped in it. The man bears the child in his soul as the woman carries it in her body. There is silence between them, till she speaks low and tonelessly, never loosing his hand. (FRANCES: Henry, I want your promise that you'll go on living till... till....) Don't cry, Fanny, that's very foolish.

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