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If cussin� me does ye good, cuss all ye’ve a mind t�. I’m all prepared t� have ye agin me-- at fust. I’d feel the same at any stranger comin� t� take my Maw’s place. Yew must’ve cared a lot fur yewr Ma, didn’t ye? My Maw died afore I’d growed.

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...an� I was glad sayin� now I’m free fur once, on’y I diskivered all I was free fur was t� wuk agen in other folks� hums, doin� other folks� wuk till I’d most give up hope o� ever doin� my own wuk in my own hum, an� then your Paw come�

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: O’Neill, Eugene, Eugene O’Neill: Three Plays, Vintage International, 1995, pp. 23-24.