Early in the morning, Shen Te has brought a small bag of opium to
Start: I have never seen the city this early in the morning. At this hour I usually lie with the blanket pulled over my eyes, afraid of the day.
End: Will I be strong enough to appeal to the good in him? Now, as I go to marry him, I hesitate between joy and fear.
For full extended monologue, please refer to the script edition cited here: Brecht, Bertolt, The Good Person of Sichuan, Tr. Michael Hofmann, Methuen Drama, 1989, pp. 49-50.
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