A monologue from the play by Gregorio Martinez Sierra
NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Plays of G. Martinez Sierra. G. Martinez Sierra. New York: E.P. Dutton, 1922.
I want you to stop talking. You always lie like a newspaper–it doesn’t matter what sort of tale you tell, no one’s going to believe you.
But … just you look out. Your luck’s in for the minute, isn’t it … and you think you’re such a fellow just because a few pesetas have fallen on you out of the sky.
Make the most of them while they last. I’m used to earning what I need for myself and my children. It’s little enough and it’s hard to come by …
but it makes me a queen in this kingdom anyhow. My kingdom’s my home. And don’t forget this. There’s never been any man let come in it but you …
I love you a long sight more than you deserve to be loved. But let’s have this clear … there aren’t going to be any women in the case but me either.
And if you’re not agreeable to that … well, there’s lots of room in the world for us both, and it’s easy to take the train as to buzz through the air.
Off you go then … and we’ll meet again on Judgment Day.