Wel Monologue from The Scornful Lady

From The Scornful Lady by Francis Beaumont

male · sarcastic · 1:00 min

Heaven keep me from that curse, and all my issue. Good night Antiquity. (Rog: Solamen Miseris socios habuisse Doloris: but I alone.) Learned Sir, will you bid my man come to me? and requesting a greater measure of your learning, good night, good Master Roger. (Rog: Good Sir, peace be with you. Roger.) Adue dear Domine. Half a dozen such in a Kingdom would make a man forswear confession: for who that had but half his wits about him, would commit the Counsel of a serious sin to such a cruel Night-cap? Why how now shall we have an Antick? [ (Enter Servant.) Whose head do you carry upon your shoulders, that you jole it so against the Post? Is't for your ease? Or have you seen the Celler? Where are my slippers Sir?

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