Don Carlos Monologue from Don Carlos: A Play

From Don Carlos: A Play by Friedrich Schiller

male · anguished · 1:00 min

Of your kindness, dearest! And of my deep ingratitude. Alas, Too well I know it! deeply have I wronged thee-- Wounded thy tender heart, and from thine eyes, Thine angel eyes, wrung precious tears, sweet maid! But ah! 'tis not repentance leads me hither. (EBOLI: Prince! leave me--I----) I come to thee, because Thou art a maid of gentle soul--because I trust thy heart--thy kind and tender heart. Think, dearest maiden! think, I have no friend, No friend but thee, in all this wretched world-- Thou who wert once so kind wilt not forever Hate me, nor will thy anger prove eternal. EBOLI (turning away her face). O cease! No more! for heaven's sake! leave me, prince.

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