If cussin’ me does ye good, cuss all ye’...

Desire Under the Elms

Abbie Putnam Cabot

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If cussin’ me does ye good, cuss all ye’ve a mind t’. I’m all prepared t’ have ye agin me-- at fust. I’d feel the same at any stranger comin’ t’ take my Maw’s place. Yew must’ve cared a lot fur yewr Ma, didn’t ye? My Maw died afore I’d growed.

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...an’ I was glad sayin’ now I’m free fur once, on’y I diskivered all I was free fur was t’ wuk agen in other folks’ hums, doin’ other folks’ wuk till I’d most give up hope o’ ever doin’ my own wuk in my own hum, an’ then your Paw come…

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: O’Neill, Eugene, Eugene O’Neill: Three Plays, Vintage International, 1995, pp. 23-24.

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