Monologue

Arethusa Monologue from Proserpine

From Proserpine by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

female · anguished · 1:38 min

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:Sit, Goddess, :Upon this mossy bank, beneath the shade :Of this tall rock, and I will tell my tale. :The day you lost your child, I left my source. :With my Alpheus I had wandered down :The sloping shore into the sunbright sea; :And at the coast we paused, watching the waves :Of our mixed waters dance into the main:– :When suddenly I heard the thundering tread :Of iron hoofed steeds trampling the ground, :And a faint shriek that made my blood run cold. :I saw the King of Hell in his black car, :And in his arms he bore your fairest child, :Fair as the moon encircled by the night,– :But that she strove, and cast her arms aloft, :And cried, "My Mother!"–When she saw me near :She would have sprung from his detested arms, :And with a tone of deepest grief, she cried, :"Oh, Arethuse!" I hastened at her call– :But Pluto when he saw that aid was nigh, :Struck furiously the green earth with his spear, :Which yawned,–and down the deep Tartarian gulph :His black car rolled–the green earth closed above.

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Arethusa recounts the traumatic moment she witnessed the abduction of Proserpine by Pluto, expressing her fear and sorrow over the loss of the goddess's child.

20s · fear · family · death · loss · power

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