Because your silly schemes miscarry, you come here to turn rogue and assassin! Murder, boy, do you know the meaning of that word? You may have slumbered in peace after cropping a few poppy-heads, but to have a murder on your soul-- (KOSINSKY: All the murders you bid me commit be upon my head!) What! Are you so nimble-witted? Do you take measure of a man to catch him by flattery? How do you know that I am not haunted by terrific dreams, or that I shall not tremble on my death-bed?--How much have you already done of which you have considered the responsibility? (KOSINSKY: Very little, I must confess; excepting this long journey to you, noble count--) Has your tutor let the story of Robin Hood--get into your hands? Such careless rascals ought to be sent to the galleys. And has it heated your childish fancy, and infected you with the mania of becoming a hero? Are you thirsting for honor and fame? Would you buy immortality by deeds of incendiarism? Mark me, ambitious youth! No laurel blooms for the incendiary. No triumph awaits the victories of the bandit--nothing but curses, danger, death, disgrace. Do you see the gibbet yonder on the hill? SPIEGEL (going up and down indignantly). Oh, how stupid! How abominably, unpardonably stupid! That's not the way. I went to work in a very different manner.

Charles Monologue from The Robbers

Rehearse Charles's monologue