A monologue from the play by Neith Boyce

  • NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from The Provincetown Plays: Third Series. New York: Frank Shay, 1916.
  • KARL: Paul, women are the devil. They're always making trouble. You take them too seriously--they're not worth it. Paul, they're not like you or me. They're light, every one of them--you can't count on them--I've found that out--and that's why I don't think much of them.... I take them for pleasure now and then--but even at that they make more trouble than they're worth. I'd rather have your friendship than all the women in the world. You're far above me, and I've always known it. I've felt it too much sometimes--I've been jealous of you--but I love you, Paul. And it's always seemed to be my fate to be wrong with you--always--and now more than ever. Forgive me. I always loved you, even when I was doing things to hurt you. That's why I did them. I never could reach you--you were always off somewhere--don't hold it against me. It's more than the love of women, my love for you. Take my advice, Paul, and keep away from women. They'll only get you into trouble. They're all false--false as hell.