Harry monologue (Act 1) — Mary Rose : $b A play in three acts

(_cheered_) I like your spirit. You and me would get on great if I had time to devote to your amusement. But, see here, I can make sure whether this was the drawing-room. If it was, there is an apple-tree outside there, with one of its branches scraping on the window. I ought to know, for it was out at the window down that apple-tree to the ground that I slided one dark night when I was a twelve-year-old, ran away from home, the naughty blue-eyed angel that I was, and set off to make my fortune on the blasted ocean. The fortune, my--my lady friend--has still got the start of me, but the apple-tree should be there to welcome her darling boy.