My mother told me. I said it was not true. But if 'tis true--I pity you, Rose-Red, I pity him. I pity us all together. BEA. (Feverishly.) Ah, I can see it now!--the quiet road In the deep wood's gathering darkness, the reins loose On the horses' necks, that nodded, nodded, and we Speaking from time to time, and glad to think Of home,--and suddenly out of nowhere,--fury, And faces, and long swords, and a great noise! And even as I reached to draw my sword, The arm that held the scabbard set on fire, As if the sleeve were burning!--and my horse Backing into the trees, my hair caught, twisted, Torn out by the roots! Then from the road behind A second fury! And I turned, confused, Outraged with pain, and thrust,--and it was Mario! BIA. (Wildly.) What are you saying? What are you saying? What is this You are telling me? That it was you? Your hand--? Oh, God have mercy upon me! Let me go! BEA. (Pitifully, reaching out her arms towards her.) Snow-White! Snow-White!--farewell! BIA. (Without turning.) Oh, God have mercy! (Exit Bianca.) (Beatrice falls unconscious to the floor.) CURTAIN ACT V Scene 1 (A room in the palace at Fiori. Anselmo and Luigi.)

Bia Monologue from The Lamp and the Bell: A Drama In Five Acts

Rehearse Bia's monologue