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Cusi Coyllur Monologue from Apu Ollantay: A Drama of the Time of the Incas

From Apu Ollantay: A Drama of the Time of the Incas by Clements R. (Clements Robert), Sir Markham

female · anguished · 1:24 min

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I should better like a sadder song. My dearest friends, the last you sang To me foreshadowed evil things; (19) You who sang it leave me now. (Exeunt boys and girls, except one girl who sings.) Two loving birds are in despair, (20) They moan, they weep, they sigh; For snow has fallen on the pair, To hollow tree they fly. But lo! one dove is left alone And mourns her cruel fate; She makes a sad and piteous moan, Alone without a mate. She fears her friend is dead and gone— Confirmed in her belief, Her sorrow finds relief in song, And thus she tells her grief. ‘Sweet mate! Alas, where art thou now? I miss thine eyes so bright, Thy feet upon the tender bough, Thy breast so pure and bright.’ She wanders forth from stone to stone, She seeks her mate in vain; ‘My love! my love!’ she makes her moan, She falls, she dies in pain.

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teens · sadness · love · death · isolation · grief

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