Sun, thee I cite to witness--doing what I loath to do! But since indeed to Heré and thyself I must subserve, And follow you quick, with a whizz, as the hounds a-hunt with the huntsman, --Go I will! and neither the sea, as it groans with its waves so furiously, Nor earthquake, no, nor the bolt of thunder gasping out heaven's labor-throe, Shall cover the ground as I, at a bound, rush into the bosom of Herakles! And home I scatter and house I batter, Having first of all made the children fall,-- And he who felled them is never to know He gave birth to each child that received the blow, Till the Madness I am have let him go! Ha, behold, already he rocks his head--he is off from the starting place! Not a word, as he rolls his frightful orbs, from their sockets wrenched in the ghastly race! And the breathings of him he tempers and times no more than a bull in act to toss, And hideously he bellows invoking the Keres, daughters of Tartaros. Ay and I soon will dance thee madder, and pipe thee quite out of thy mind with fear! So, up with the famous foot, thou Iris, march to Olumpus, leave me here! Me and mine, who now combine, in the dreadful shape no mortal sees, And now are about to pass, from without, inside of the home of Herakles!

Madness Monologue from Ion

Rehearse Madness's monologue