Clara Monologue from Egmont

From Egmont by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

female · romantic · 1:07 min

There is not a drop of false blood in his veins. And then, Mother, he is indeed the great Egmont; yet, when he comes to me, how tender he is, how kind! How he tries to conceal from me his rank, his bravery! How anxious he is about me! so entirely the man, the friend, the lover. (Mother: DO you expect him to-day?) Have you not seen how often I go to the window? Have you not noticed how I listen to every noise at the door?--Though I know that he will not come before night, yet, from the time when I rise in the morning, I keep expecting him every moment. Were I but a boy, to follow him always, to the court and everywhere! Could I but carry his colours in the field--!

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