Mary Carmichael Monologue from Chastelard, a Tragedy

From Chastelard, a Tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne

female · anguished · 1:17 min

Now his eyes are wide And his smile great; and like another smile The blood fills all his face. Her cheek and neck Work fast and hard; she must have pardoned him, He looks so merrily. Now he comes forth Out of that ring of people and kneels down; Ah, how the helve and edge of the great axe Turn in the sunlight as the man shifts hands-- It must be for a show: because she sits And hardly moves her head this way--I see Her chin and lifted lips. Now she stands up, Puts out her hand, and they fall muttering; Ah! (MARY BEATON: Is it done now?) For God's love, stay there; Do not look out. Nay, he is dead by this; But gather up yourself from off the floor; Will she die too? I shut mine eyes and heard-- Sweet, do not beat your face upon the ground. Nay, he is dead and slain.

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