Clarin Monologue from Life Is a Dream

From Life Is a Dream by Pedro Calderón de la Barca

male · anguished · 1:00 min

Upon a rapid steed, (Excuse my painting it; I can't indeed Resist the inspiration), Which seems a moving mass of all creation, Its body being the earth, The fire the soul that in its heart hath birth, Its foam the sea, its panting breath the air, Chaos confused at which I stand and stare, Since in its soul, foam, body, breath, to me It is a monster made of fire, earth, air, and sea; Its colour dapple grey, Speckled its skin, and flecked, as well it may, By the impatient spur its flank that dyes, For lo! it doth not run, the meteor flies; As borne upon the wind, A beauteous woman seeks thee. (SIGISMUND: I'm struck blind!) Good God, it is Rosaura, oh, the pain! [Retires.

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