Flambeau Monologue from L'Aiglon

From L'Aiglon by Edmond Rostand

male · defiant · 56 sec

And Almanacs-- (THE DUKE: Flambeau!) And everything! (THE DUKE: Flambeau!) What, weeping? Take this handkerchief And dry your eyes upon the King of Rome! (He kneels by the DUKE'S side and wipes his eyes with the handkerchief.) I bid you strike the iron while it's hot: You've got the people and you've got the Marshals, The King, the King himself, is only King On one condition: that he's Bonapartist. Vainly the Gallic cockerel spreads his wings That, from a distance, he may seem an eagle. We Frenchmen cannot breathe inglorious air; The crown must slip from off a pear-shaped head. The youth of France will rally to your side Merrily shouting songs of Béranger-- The street has shuddered and the pavement trembled, And Schönbrunn's not so pretty as Versailles!

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