Monologue

Chekitan Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

From Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America by Robert Rogers

male · anguished · 1:29 min

Who were the Murderers? Where did they fly? Where was my Brother, not to take Revenge? Show me their Tracks, I'll trace them round the Globe; I'll fly like Lightning, ravage the whole Earth-- Kill every thing I meet, or hear, or see. Depopulate the World of Men and Beasts, 'Tis all too little for that single Death. [ (Pointing to MONELIA'S corpse.) I'll tear the Earth that dar'd to drink her Blood; Kill Trees, and Plants, and every springing Flower: Nothing shall grow, nothing shall be alive, Nothing shall move; I'll try to stop the Sun, And make all dark and barren, dead and sad; From his tall Sphere down to the lowest Centre, There I'll descend, and hide my wretched Self, And reign sole Monarch in a World of Ruin. (TENESCO: This is deep Madness, it hath seiz'd his Brain.) But first I'll snatch a parting last Embrace. [ (He touches and goes to embrace the corpse.) Thou dear cold Clay! forgive the daring Touch; It is thy Chekitan, thy wounded Lover. 'Tis; and he hastens to revenge thy Death. [ (TORAX groans and attempts to speak.) (TORAX: Oh, oh, I did not--Philip--Philip--Oh.) What--did I not hear a Groan? and Philip call'd?

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