Frederick Monologue from Lovers' Vows

From Lovers' Vows by August von Kotzebue

male · anguished · 54 sec

In this house did you rob my mother of her honour; and in this house I am a sacrifice for the crime. I am your prisoner—I will not be free—I am a robber—I give myself up.—You shall deliver me into the hands of justice—You shall accompany me to the spot of public execution. You shall hear in vain the chaplain’s consolation and injunctions. You shall find how I, in despair, will, to the last moment, call for retribution on my father. (BARON: Stop! Be pacified—) —And when you turn your head from my extended corse, you will behold my weeping mother—Need I paint how her eyes will greet you?

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