Monologue

Proserpine Monologue

From Proserpine by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

female · anguished · 44 sec

:If fate decrees, can we resist? farewel! :Oh! Mother, dearer to your child than light, :Than all the forms of this sweet earth & sky, :Though dear are these, and dear are my poor nymphs, :Whom I must leave;–oh! can immortals weep? :And can a Goddess die as mortals do, :Or live & reign where it is death to be? :Ino, dear Arethuse, again you lose :Your hapless Proserpine, lost to herself :When she quits you for gloomy Tartarus.

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