Whitwell Monologue from None so deaf as those who won't hear

From None so deaf as those who won't hear by Herbert Pelham Curtis

male · defiant · 1:01 min

Thank Heaven, I can! or I should have lost the rapture of that sweet avowal. Mr. Coddle, I love--I adore your daughter. You heard a moment since the confession that escaped her innocent lips. Surely you cannot turn a deaf ear to the voice of nature, and see us both miserable for life. Remember, sir, you have now no deaf ear to turn. Be merciful. (CODDLE: What, sir! Give you my daughter after all your frightful insults? Never!) Remember how you treated me, sir; and reflect, too, that you began it. Insults are not insults unless intended to be heard. For every thing I said, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. Ah, sir! be considerate, lenient. CODDLE (after a pause). Do you retract "old ruffian"?

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