Leonora Monologue from Fiesco; or, the Genoese Conspiracy: A Tragedy

From Fiesco; or, the Genoese Conspiracy: A Tragedy by Friedrich Schiller

female · defiant · 1:11 min

Gallantry! What! Their busy interchange of glances--the anxious watching of her every motion--the long and eager kiss upon her naked arm, impressed with a fervor that left in crimson glow the very traces of his lips! Ha! and the transport that enwrapped his soul, when, with fixed eyes, he sat like painted ecstacy, as if the world around him had dissolved, and naught remained in the eternal void but he and Julia. Gallantry? Poor thing! Thou hast never loved. Think not that thou canst teach me to distinguish gallantry from love! (ROSA: No matter, Signora! A husband lost is as good as ten lovers gained.) Lost? Is then one little intermission of the heart's pulsations a proof that I have lost Fiesco? Go, malicious slanderer! Come no more into my presence! 'Twas an innocent frolic--perhaps a mere piece of gallantry. Say, my gentle Arabella, was it not so?

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