Hedwig Monologue from Wilhelm Tell

From Wilhelm Tell by Friedrich Schiller

female · anguished · 57 sec

(casting herself upon his bosom). Oh, father, and thou, too, hast lost my Tell! The country--all have lost him! All lament His loss; and, oh, how he must pine for us! Heaven keep his soul from sinking to despair! No friend's consoling voice can penetrate His dreary dungeon walls. Should he fall sick! Ah! In the vapours of the murky vault He must fall sick. Even as the Alpine rose Grows pale and withers in the swampy air, There is no life for him, but in the sun, And in the breath of Heaven's fresh-blowing airs. Imprison'd! Liberty to him is breath; He cannot live in the rank dungeon air!

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