Miss Mac monologue (Act 2) — Single Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

Come, come, my dear, come to your room. _(Crosses to L.)_ I am very happy that this sad flirtation is at an end--I suspected you were both exceeding the bounds of discretion; and when you have gained my experience, you will regard all men with the same stern antipathy that _I_ do! Come, come, don't cry, dear. We are going out to tea, and you mustn't cry. Weep for the loss of your kitten--the death of your bird--the spoiling of a new dress--but scorn to shed one tear for the loss of a man! It is quite useless; for the monster always carries such a large umbrella of selfishness, that the most pelting shower of tears can never, never penetrate him! Come, come.