Smith monologue (Act 2) — Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

(_Severely_) Let Smith be the judge of that. (_Goes a step toward her_) Perhaps he is in this room now watching you refuse his gifts. (CELIA _moves_ R., _uneasily looking back over her shoulder. Sternly_) Watching you with the pain he didn't feel when he died of wounds at Berbera. (_He follows her and forces her to take the watch. She gingerly takes it and unwraps it, letting the watch fall out and hang by the chain, which she holds. It is a large, heavy gold watch of the "turnip" variety_.) His watch and chain. (_She lifts it up and down to show its weight_.) He bids you wear it always on your bosom. (_She recoils. Pleadingly_) To please Smith, whom we both loved. (_She looks helplessly about for a moment and then, in essaying to hang the watch about her neck, it slips and falls down inside her dress. They turn away from each other with varying emotions. Turning back_) By Jove! I say that's ripping of you.