Nell Gwynn is one of London’s first actresses on the English stage.
START: Hold! Are you mad? You damn’d, confounded dog!
I am to rise, and speak the epilogue.
(Getting up.) I come, kind gentlemen, strange news to tell ye;
I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly.
END: As for my epitaph when I am gone,
I’ll trust no poet, but will write my own:
‘Here Nelly lies, who, though she lived a Slattern,
Yet died a Princess, acting in St. Catherine.
_For full extended monologue, please refer to the script edition cited here:
Jessica Swale, Nell Gwynn, NHB Modern Plays, electronic edition, pp. 128-129. _
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