Man monologue (Act 1) — Arms and the Man

(_cunningly_). Ah; but suppose I don’t shoot you, what will happen then? Why, a lot of your cavalry—the greatest blackguards in your army—will burst into this pretty room of yours and slaughter me here like a pig; for I’ll fight like a demon: they shan’t get me into the street to amuse themselves with: I know what they are. Are you prepared to receive that sort of company in your present undress? (_Raina, suddenly conscious of her nightgown, instinctively shrinks and gathers it more closely about her. He watches her, and adds, pitilessly_) It’s rather scanty, eh? (_She turns to the ottoman. He raises his pistol instantly, and cries_) Stop! (_She stops._) Where are you going?