Christy is the young male lead of J.M. Synge's satirical play, The Playboy of the Western World; his monologue runs 1-2 minutes.
THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD
by J.M. Synge
INT: BRILLIANT MORNING LIGHT.
Christy, looking bright and cheerful, is cleaning a girl's boots.
(to himself, counting jugs on dresser)
Half a hundred beyond. Ten there. A score that's above. Eighty jugs. Six cups and a broken one. Two plates. A power of glasses. Bottles, a school-master'd be hard set to count, and enough in them, I'm thinking, to drunken all the wealth and wisdom of the County Clare.
(He puts down the boot carefully.)
There's her boots now, nice and decent for her evening use, and isn't it grand brushes she has?
(He puts them down and goes by degrees to the looking-glass.)
Well, this'd be a fine place to be my whole life talking out with swearing Christians, in place of my old dogs and cat, and I stalking around, smoking my pipe and drinking my fill, and never a day's work but drawing a cork an odd time, or wiping a glass, or rinsing out a shiny tumbler for a decent man.
(He takes the looking-glass from the wall and puts it on the back of a chair;
then sits down in front of it and begins washing his face.)
Didn't I know rightly I was handsome, though it was the divil's own mirror we had beyond, would twist a squint across an angel's brow; and I'll be growing fine from this day, the way I'll have a soft lovely skin on me and won't be the like of the clumsy young fellows do be ploughing all times in the earth and dung.
Is she coming again?
(He looks out.)
Stranger girls. God help me, where'll I hide myself away and my long neck nacked to the world?
(He looks out.)
I'd best go to the room maybe till I'm dressed again.
(He gathers up his coat and the looking-glass, and runs into the inner room.
The door is pushed open, and Susan Brady looks in, and knocks on door.)