Monologue

Cadmus Monologue from The Bacchae

From The Bacchae by Euripides

male · anguished · 53 sec

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Child, we are come into a deadly strait, All; thou, poor sufferer, and thy sisters twain, And my sad self. Far off to barbarous men, A grey-haired wanderer, I must take my road. And then the oracle, the doom of God, That I must lead a raging horde far-flown To prey on Hellas; lead my spouse, mine own Harmonia, Ares' child, discorporate And haunting forms, dragon and dragon-mate. Against the tombs and altar-stones of Greece, Lance upon lance behind us; and not cease From toils, like other men, nor dream, nor past The foam of Acheron find my peace at last.

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Cadmus expresses his deep sorrow and sense of doom as he prepares to lead a group of followers into a dangerous journey, reflecting on the tragic fate that awaits him and his family.

60 and up · sadness · fate · death · family · isolation

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