![]() ![]() You have neither the wit nor the courage. You haven’t got the kind of brains that enables a woman to get back. ![]() You–why, you are a mere girl, you would be lost. I may have wrecked my own life, but I will not let you wreck yours. You must never know that.–As for me, if suffering be an expiation, then at this moment I have expiated all my faults, whatever they have been įor to-night you have made a heart in one who had it not, made it and broken it.–But let that pass. ![]() One pays for one’s sins, and then one pays again, and all one’s life one pays. You don’t know what it is to fall into the pit, to be despised, mocked, abandoned, sneered at–to be an outcast! to find the door shut against one, to have to creep in by hideous byways,Īfraid every moment lest the mask should be stripped from one’s face, and all the while to hear the laughter, the horrible laughter of the world, a thing more tragic than all the tears the world has ever shed. But don’t spoil your beautiful young life on my account! You don’t know what may be in store for you, unless you leave this house at once. London, Elkin Mathews, 1893.īelieve what you choose about me. ![]() NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Lady Windermere’s Fan. ![]()
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