Monologue

First Cuirassier Monologue from Wallenstein's Camp: A Play

From Wallenstein's Camp: A Play by Friedrich Schiller

male · defiant · 52 sec

In the world, a man who would make his way, Must plague and bestir himself night and day. To honor and place if he choose the road, He must bend his back to the golden load. And if home-delights should his fancy please, With children and grandchildren round his knees, Let him follow an honest trade in peace. I've no taste for this kind of life--not I! Free will I live, and as freely die. No man's spoiler nor heir will I be-- But, throned on my nag, I will smile to see The coil of the crowd that is under me.

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