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Mary Carmichael Monologue from Chastelard, a Tragedy

From Chastelard, a Tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne

female · melancholic · 42 sec

She bends and laughs a little, graciously, And turns half, talking to I know not whom-- A big man with great shoulders; ah, the face, You get his face now--wide and duskish, yea The youth burnt out of it. A goodly man, Thewed mightily and sunburnt to the bone; Doubtless he was away in banishment, Or kept some march far off. (MARY BEATON: Still you see nothing?) Yea, now they bring him forth with a great noise, The folk all shouting and men thrust about Each way from him.

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