Amelia Von Edelreich Monologue from The Robbers

From The Robbers by Friedrich Schiller

female · anguished · 1:18 min

Away! Oh! what a loving, compassionate father, who abandons his son a prey to wolves and monsters! In his own comfortable home he pampers himself with delicious wines and stretches his palsied limbs on down, while his noble son is starving. Shame upon you, inhuman wretches! Shame upon you, ye souls of dragons, ye blots on humanity!-- his only son! (FRANCIS: I thought he had two.) Yes, he deserves to have such sons as you are. On his deathbed he will in vain stretch out his withered hands for his Charles, and recoil with a shudder when he feels the ice-cold hand of his Francis. Oh, it is sweet, deliciously sweet, to be cursed by such a father! Tell me, Francis, dear brotherly soul--tell me what must one do to be cursed by him? (FRANCIS: You are raving, dearest; you are to be pitied.) Oh! indeed. Do you pity your brother? No, monster, you hate him! I hope you hate me too.

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