From A Play in VerseBy Hugo Von HofmannsthalTranslated from the German by Harriet Betty Boas.

There's more—I must remember—Bergamo, Where I was born—the house in Feltre where The uncles and the cousins were.... Then they put me upon a gallant steed Caparisoned most splendidly—they rode, Cousins and many others by my side. And so I came here, from whence I now go..... I wanted something else— In Bergamo where I was taught to walk Upon the path that brought me here, I was Often—most frequently through pride,—and now I am contrite and would go to confession For all those errors, and some graver ones;— When I —three days after Saint Magdalen Was riding homeward from the chase with him. This man, here, who's my husband—others too— Upon the bridge an old lame beggar lay. I knew that he was old and ill and sore And there was something in his tired eyes Reminded me of my dead father—but Nevertheless—only because the one Riding beside me touched my horse's bridle, I did not pull aside, but let the dust My horse kicked up, blind, choke that poor old man. Yes, so close I rode that with his hands He had to lift aside his injured leg. This I remember, this I now regret.

Dianora Monologue from A Play in VerseBy Hugo Von HofmannsthalTranslated from the German

Rehearse Dianora's monologue