Monologue

Guido Monologue from The Duchess of Padua

From The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde

male · dramatic · 40 sec

Nay, nay, nay, ’Twas but the passion-flower of your love That in one moment leapt to terrible life, And in one moment bare this gory fruit, Which I had plucked in thought a thousand times. My soul was murderous, but my hand refused; Your hand wrought murder, but your soul was pure. And so I love you, Beatrice, and let him Who has no mercy for your stricken head, Lack mercy up in heaven! Kiss me, sweet.

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