Atting Monologue from Wilhelm Tell

From Wilhelm Tell by Friedrich Schiller

male · melancholic · 1:09 min

First let me share, After the ancient custom of our house, The morning cup, with these my faithful servants! (He drinks from a cup, which is then passed round.) Time was, I stood myself in field and wood, With mine own eyes directing all their toil, Even as my banner led them in the fight, Now I am only fit to play the steward: And, if the genial sun come not to me, I can no longer seek it on the hills. Thus slowly, in an ever-narrowing sphere, I move on to the narrowest and the last, Where all life's pulses cease. I now am but The shadow of my former self, and that Is fading fast--'twill soon be but a name. KUONI (offering Rudenz the cup). A pledge, young master! (Rudenz hesitates to take the cup.) Nay, Sir, drink it off! One cup, one heart! You know our proverb, Sir?

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