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Lynned Monologue from Arthur

From Arthur by Laurence Binyon

female · anguished · 1:16 min

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Sister, I, too, once denied One who had loved me, when he sought me out For my forgiveness. Gawaine was his name. They had told an evil tale of me, and he Believed it in his sudden wrath, and then Repented, and he came to see me, and I Denied him. Now he is dead, that stormy heart---- (GUENEVERE: Sir Gawaine, dead?) Dead of that wound he got By Joyous Gard. The news came even now. I shall not see him now, never again; I, that had all his pardon brimming here. And have no pardon for myself. (GUENEVERE: You, too?) We are all kneaded of one flesh; wild earth, Yet heavenly seed can spring in it, and peace That comes in the end, but comes not without cost. It is ill shrinking from our sorrow, Queen. Will you not see the King?

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30s · sadness · love · death · betrayal · redemption

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