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Queen Guenevere Monologue from Arthur

From Arthur by Laurence Binyon

female · anguished · 1:30 min

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You are changed. Something, I know not what, has wrought in you. You are still absent from me. I hear your voice, But it is like the dream-voice that was all I had, these days of desolation. Tell me, Am I, too, altered? (LAUNCELOT: You are beautiful As when I first beheld you, Guenevere; More beautiful.) And you, you too, have suffered. You have been wounded, and I was not there. Ill chances happen, when you go from me. Why did you go from me? And there was none To love me. (LAUNCELOT: Guenevere! The King----) The King! He gives me to your hands; defends me so, With circumspection, like a palisade From far away; not with a strong right arm About my body and a sword in hand. I am but a custom and an effigy Robed for his realm’s observances; and he Remembers only that I wear a crown. He is as far from me as the night stars. I cannot touch him, cannot wound him.

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30s · longing · love · isolation · identity · betrayal

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