Monologue

Pentheus Monologue from Hippolytus

From Hippolytus by Euripides

male · defiant · 1:08 min

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Down with that hand! Aroint thee to thy rite Nor smear on me thy foul contagion! This Thy folly's head and prompter shall not miss The justice that he needs!--Go, half my guard Forth to the rock-seat where he dwells in ward O'er birds and wonders; rend the stone with crown And trident; make one wreck of high and low And toss his bands to all the winds of air! Ha, have I found the way to sting thee, there? The rest, forth through the town! And seek amain This girl-faced stranger, that hath wrought such bane To all Thebes, preying on our maids and wives Seek till ye find; and lead him here in gyves, Till he be judged and stoned and weep in blood The day he troubled Pentheus with his God!

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Pentheus expresses his outrage and determination to capture a perceived threat to Thebes, driven by a mix of anger and a desire for revenge against those he believes have wronged him.

20s · anger · revenge · power · madness · identity

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