Chastelard Monologue from Chastelard, a Tragedy

From Chastelard, a Tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne

male · anguished · 1:01 min

Ay, true, I must do somewhat. Let me see: To get between and tread upon his face-- Catch both her hands and bid men look at them, How pure they were--I would do none of these, Though they got wedded all the days in the year. We may do well yet when all's come and gone. I pray you on this wedding-night of theirs Do but one thing that I shall ask of you, And Darnley will not hunger as I shall For that good time. Sweet, will you swear me this? (MARY BEATON: Yea; though to do it were mortal to my soul As the chief sin.) I thank you: let us go. (MARY BEATON: Be tender of your feet.) I shall not fail: These ways have light enough to help a man That walks with such stirred blood in him as mine.

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