ROCHESTER: Allow me to be frank at the commencement: you will not like me.
No, I say
you will not. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like
me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Oh yes, I shall do things you will
like. You will say ‘That was a noble impulse in him’ or ‘He played a brave part there’, but DO
NOT WARM TO ME, it will not serve. When I become a BIT OF A CHARMER that is your
danger sign for it prefaces the change into THE FULL REPTILE a few seconds later. What I
require is not your affection but your attention. I must not be ignored or you will find me as
troublesome a package of humanity as ever pissed into the Thames. Now. Ladies. An
announcement. (Looks around.) I am up for it. All the time. That’s not a boast. Or an opinion.
It is bone-hard medical fact. I put it around, d’y’know? And you will watch me putting it
around and sigh for it. Don’t. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching
and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse pointing up
your petticoats. Gentlemen. (Looks around.)Do not despair, I am up for that as well. When the
mood is on me. And the same warning applies. Now, gents: if there be vizards in the house,
jades, harlots (as how could there not be) leave them be for the moment. Still your cheesy
erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag – and later you will shag, I shall
expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down – I wish you to shag with my
homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and
ponder. ‘Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more
profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that
shining, livelong moment?’ That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, certainly no
protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that, I trust. I reiterate only for those who
have arrived late or were buying oranges or were simply not listening: I am John Wilmot,
Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me.