Classic Dramatic Dialogue Male and Female
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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And if she does love that man, Monsieur Levy comped. Even then, it is no business of yours. Alas, Madam Raul humbly replied, unable to restrain his tears. Alas, I believe that Christine really does love him. But it is not only that which drives me to despair for what I am not certain off, Madam, is that the man whom Christine loves is worthy of her love. It is for me to be the judge of that, Monsieur said Christine, looking Raul angrily in the face. When a man continued, Raul adopts such romantic methods to entice a young girl's affections. The man must be either a villain or the girl of fool. Is that it? Christine? Raoul, Why do you condemn a man whom you have never seen? Who no one knows? And about whom you yourself know nothing. Yes, Christine. Yes. I at least know the name that you thought to keep from me forever. The name of your angel of music Madamoiselle is Eric. Christine at once betrayed herself. She turned as white as a sheet and stammered. Who told you? You yourself. How do you mean? Bye. Pitying him the other night the night of the masked ball. When you went to your dressing room, did you not say poor Eric? Well, Christine, there was a poor Raul who overheard you. This is the second time that you have listened. Behind the door, monsieur. A shiny. I was not behind the door. I was in the dressing room in the inner room. Madamoiselle Oh, unhappy man, moaned the girl, showing every sign of unspeakable terror. Unhappy man, do you want to be killed? Perhaps Raul uttered this perhaps with so much love and despair in his voice. But Christine could not keep back a sob. She took his hands and looked at him with all the pure affection of which she was capable role. She said, Forget the man's voice and do not even remember its name. You must never try to fathom the mystery of the man's voice. Is the mystery so very terrible? There is no more awful mystery on this earth. Swear to me that you will make no attempt to find out. She insisted. Swear to me that you will never come to my dressing room unless I send for you. Then you promise to send for me sometimes. Christine, I promise. When? Tomorrow. Then I swear to do as you ask. He kissed her hands and went away cursing Eric and resolving to be patient.