Honnyman Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

From Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America by Robert Rogers

male · anguished · 1:01 min

I had determin'd not to shed a Tear; [ Weeping. But you have all unman'd my Resolution; You've call'd up all the Father in my Soul; Why have you nam'd my Children? Oh, my Son! [ (Looking upon him.) My only Son--My Image--Other Self! How have I doted on the charming Boy, And fondly plann'd his Happiness in Life! Now his Life ends: Oh, the Soul-bursting Thought! He falls a Victim for his Father's Folly. Had I not kill'd their Friends, they might have spar'd My Wife, my Children, and perhaps myself, And this sad, dreadful Scene had never happen'd. But 'tis too late that I perceive my Folly; If Heaven forgive, 'tis all I dare to hope for.

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