ÐÇ¿ÕÓéÀÖ¹ÙÍø

Twelve long tedious months have passed,...

Black-Ey'd Susan

Susan

See more monologues from Douglas Jerrold


Text

Twelve long tedious months have passed, and no tidings of William. Shame upon the unkind hearts that parted us--that sent my dear husband to dare the perils of the ocean, and made me a pining, miserable creature. Oh! the pangs, the dreadful pangs that tear the sailor's wife, as wakeful on her tear-wet pillow, she lists and trembles at the roaring sea.

Douglas Jerrold, "Black-Ey'd Susan" in Nineteenth-Century Plays, ed. George Rowell, Oxford University Press, 1987, p.8.

All monologues are property and copyright of their owners. Monologues are presented on ÐÇ¿ÕÓéÀÖ¹ÙÍø for educational purposes only.

Videos

All monologues are property and copyright of their owners. Monologues are presented on ÐÇ¿ÕÓéÀÖ¹ÙÍø for educational purposes only.

More about this monologue