George Bernard Shaw

“ You are the lady of the castle. I
Have but this hard and blackened hand to live by.
LYDIA. I have felt its strength and envied you. Your name?
I have told you mine.
CASHEL. My name is Cashel Byron.
LYDIA. I never heard the name ; and yet you utter it
As men announce a celebrated name.
Forgive my ignorance.
CASHEL. I bless it, Lydia.
I have forgot your other name.
LYDIA. Carew.
Cashel's a pretty name too.
MELLISH [calling through the wood] Coo-ee ! Byron !
CASHEL. A thousand curses ! Oh, I beg you, go.
This is a man you must not meet.
MELLISH. [further off] Coo-ee ! ”

“ When next your rent falls due, come to the castle.
Pay me in person. Sir: your most obedient.
[She curtsies and goes.]
CASHEL, Lives in this castle! Owns this park! A lady
Marry a prizefighter! Impossible.
And yet the prizefighter must marry her.
Enter Mellish Ensanguined swine, whelped by a doggish dam,
Is this thy park, that thou, with voice obscene,
Fillst it with yodeled yells, and screamst my name
For all the world to know that Cashel Byron
Is training here for combat.
MELLISH. Swine you me ?
Ive caught you, have I ? You have found a woman. ”

“ What are riches worth
When wisdom with them comes to show the purse bearer
That life remains unpurchasable ? Learning
Learns but one lesson : doubt ! To excel all
Is, to be lonely. Oh, ye busy birds. ”