What have I done! this is my Brother's Blood! A guilty Murderer's Blood! He was no Brother. All Nature's Laws and Ties are hence dissolv'd; There is no Kindred, Friendship, Faith, or Love Among Mankind--Monelia's dead--The World Is all unhing'd--There's universal War-- She was the Tie, the Centre of the Whole; And she remov'd, all is one general Jar. Where next, Monelia, shall I bend my Arm To heal this Discord, this Disorder still, And bring the Chaos Universe to Form? Blood still must flow and float the scatter'd Limbs Till thy much injur'd love in Peace subsides. Then every jarring Discord once will cease, And a new World from these rude Ruins rise. [ (Pauses.) Here then I point the Edge, from hence shall flow [ (Pointing his knife to his heart.) The raging crimson Flood, this is the Fountain Whose swift Day's Stream shall waft me to thy Arms, Lest Philip's Ghost should injure thy Repose. [ (Stabs himself.) I come, I come--Monelia, now I come-- Philip--away--She's mine in spite of Death. [ (Dies.) (Enter TENESCO.)

Chekitan Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

Rehearse Chekitan's monologue