|Marlowe Monologue by Josephine Preston Peabody|
- BAME: I saw thee first,
- Ay, from the first day when you cheated them
- With tales of old acquaintance, and made fond,
- And charmed the eyes of her, and took her heart,
- But for a whim. --Oh, I was not far off!
- Tho' you had made me a butt before them all,
- And turned her favor from the laughing-stock.
- Nothing to you it was! --All other folk,--
- Their homes, so many ant-hills! -- All the world
- A show for you, a cheaper show than yours;--
- A pageant wagon,--with the people, here,
- And overhead, their angels and their God,
- Another show! --And you to laugh at all.
- Laugh, laugh! Whatever 't was, 't is all gone by,
- Never to laugh at more. But I can tell you,
- Oh, I can tell you, now it is too late,
- That she was pining for you. --Now she's wed.
- Alison's gone! You will not have her now.
- Ah, now you are no more to her than I!
- The spell is broken. She would see you now
- But what you are--a strolling devilry,
- A knave and blasphemer, Athiest!
- So. You have heard it all.
- The wheel turns, and it shall grind thee too!
- Thou wilt not have her.
Credits: Reprinted from Marlowe: A Drama in Five Acts. Josephine Preston Peabody. New York: Houghton Mifflin & Co., 1901.