Mrs Honnyman Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

From Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America by Robert Rogers

female · anguished · 1:14 min

I will suppress my Grief in Silence then, And secretly implore the Aid of Heaven. Forbid to pray! Oh, dreadful Hour indeed! [ Pausing. Think you they will not spare our dear sweet Babes? Must these dear Innocents be put to Tortures, Or dash'd to Death, and share our wretched Fate? Must this dear Babe that hangs upon my Breast [ (Looking upon her infant.) Be snatch'd by savage Hands and torn in Pieces! Oh, how it rends my Heart! It is too much! Tygers would kindly soothe a Grief like mine; Unconscious Rocks would melt, and flow in Tears At this last Anguish of a Mother's Soul. [ (Pauses, and views her child again.) Sweet Innocent! It smiles at this Distress, And fondly draws this final Comfort from me: Dear Babe, no more: Dear Tommy too must die, [ (Looking at her other child.) Oh, my sweet First-born! Oh, I'm overpower'd. [ Pausing.

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