Dear Brutus – Monologue (Dearth)

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A monologue from the play by J. M. Barrie

NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Plays of J. M. Barrie. J.M. Barrie. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1928.


I was rather a good sort in the days when I went courting you. [Puzzling unsteadily over himself.] I didn’t know I was a wrong ‘un at the time; thought quite well of myself, thought a vast deal more of you.

Crack-in-my-eye Tommy, how I used to leap out of bed at 6 A.M. all agog to be at my easel; blood ran through my veins in those days. And now I’m middle-aged and done for. Funny!

Don’t know how it has come about, nor what has made the music mute. [Mildly curious.] When did you begin to despise me, Alice? It was a long time ago, and before I had begun to despise myself.

It wasn’t till I knew you had no opinion of me that I began to go downhill. The bluntness of you, the adorable wildness of you, you untamed thing! There were never any shades of you; kiss or kill was your motto, Alice.

I felt from the first moment I saw you that you would love me or knife me. [Memories flare in him for as long as a sheet of paper might take to burn.] I suppose it’s too late to patch things up?

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