Armgart Monologue from Wilhelm Tell

From Wilhelm Tell by Friedrich Schiller

female · defiant · 59 sec

No, no, I will not stir from where I stand, Until your grace gives me my husband back. Six months already has he been shut up, And waits the sentence of a judge in vain. (GESSL: How! would you force me, woman? Hence! Begone!) Justice, my lord! Ay, justice! Thou art judge: Vice-regent of the Emperor--of Heaven. Then do thy duty,--as thou hopest for justice From Him who rules above, show it to us! (GESSL: Hence! Drive this insolent rabble from my sight!) (seizing his horse's reins). No, no, by Heaven, I've nothing more to lose-- Thou stir'st not, Viceroy, from this spot, until Thou dost me fullest justice. Knit thy brows, And roll thine eyes--I fear not. Our distress Is so extreme, so boundless, that we care No longer for thine anger.

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