Mollen monologue (Act 1) — Mollentrave on Women: A comedy in three acts

Who but you? Are you not--but forgive me if my advocacy becomes too ardent! (_puts chair back_ R. _and goes up to_ R. _of_ SIR J.) It is your guardian who should be saying these things--but I speak for him, I am the reed into which he has blown! (MARG. _kneels on stool and is facing_ SIR J.) It is your guardian who wishes to know whether this man, this lover of yours (_comes_ C.) this man who yearns for you, who for the last month has been your satellite, shining with your radiance and dark with your darkness, who has set up a temple in his soul whereof you are the goddess--whether this man shall be flung by you into the shadows of hopeless misery, or be made immortal by the knowledge that you--return--his passion!