Don Carlos Monologue from Don Carlos: A Play

From Don Carlos: A Play by Friedrich Schiller

male · contemplative · 1:11 min

The king was right, quite right. I see it now Myself, and am content--and so no more. God speed your journey, as you see, just now My hands are full, and weighty business presses. The rest to-morrow, or whene'er you will, Or when you come from Brussels. (ALVA: What is this?) The season favors, and your route will lie Through Milan, Lorraine, Burgundy, and on To Germany! What, Germany? Ay, true, In Germany it was--they know you there. 'Tis April now, May, June,--in July, then, Just so! or, at the latest, soon in August,-- You will arrive in Brussels, and no doubt We soon shall hear of your victorious deeds. You know the way to win our high esteem, And earn the crown of fame. ALVA (significantly). Indeed! condemned By my own conscious insignificance!

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