Col monologue — Comediettas and Farces

Wait till I get out of the room! (_Feeling his pulse._) I thought as much! Going like a windmill in a gale of wind! This excitement's too much for me, I must take a sedative! (_takes pillbox out of his pocket; opens it, and tosses two pills into his mouth one after the other_). And now, young fellow, listen to me. If you are so anxious to _settle,_ as you call it, better begin with your bootmaker! In a word, you don't marry yet with my consent. Marry _without_ it, and I leave every shilling I've got to--to the Society for the Suppression of Virtue--I mean the Propagation of Vice--I don't know what I'm talking about! (_swallows two more pills, and hurries out at R., slamming door violently after him_).