Earl Dunois Monologue from The Maid of Orleans: A Tragedy

From The Maid of Orleans: A Tragedy by Friedrich Schiller

male · defiant · 51 sec

She, like myself, is holy Nature's child, A child divine--hence we by birth are equal. She bring dishonor on a prince's hand, Who is the holy angel's bride, whose head Is by a heavenly glory circled round, Whose radiance far outshineth earthly crowns, Who seeth lying far beneath her feet All that is greatest, highest of this earth! For thrones on thrones, ascending to the stars, Would fail to reach the height where she abides In angel majesty! (LA HIRE: Our monarch must decide.) Not so! she must Decide! Free hath she made this realm of France, And she herself must freely give her heart.

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