Too late! In vain! Your curse, father! Ask me no more! I am--I have--your curse--your supposed curse! Who enticed me hither? (Rushing upon the ROBBERS with drawn sword.) Which of you enticed me hither, ye demons of the abyss? Perish, then, Amelia! Die, father! Die, for the third time, through me! These, thy deliverers, are Robbers and Murderers! Thy Charles is their Captain! (OLD MOOR expires.) (AMELIA stands silent and transfixed like a statue. The whole band are mute. A fearful pause.) CHARLES (rushing against an oak). The souls of those I have strangled in the intoxication of love--of those whom I crushed to atoms in the sacredness of sleep--of those whom--Ha! ha! ha! do you hear the powder-magazine bursting over the heads of women in travail? Do you see the flames creeping round the cradles of sucklings? That is our nuptial torch; those shrieks our wedding music! Oh! he forgetteth none of these things!--he knoweth how to connect the--links in the chain of life. Therefore do love's delights elude my grasp; therefore is love given me for a torment! This is retribution!

Charles Monologue from The Robbers

Rehearse Charles's monologue