Queen Monologue from Chastelard, a Tragedy

From Chastelard, a Tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne

female · anguished · 1:20 min

You are no churl, sweet, will you see me weep? Look, I weep now; be friends with my poor tears, Think each of them beseeches you of love And hath some tongue to cry on you for love And speak soft things; for that which loves not you Is none of mine, not though they grow of grief And grief of you; be not too hard with them. You would not of your own heart slay a man; Nay, if you will, in God's name make me weep, I will not hate you; but at heart, sweet lord, Be not at heart my sweet heart's enemy. If I had many mighty men to friend I would not plead too lovingly with you To have your love. (DARNLEY: Why, yet you have my love.) Alas, what shall mine enemies do to me If he be used so hardly of my friends? Come, sir, you hate me; yet for all your hate You cannot have such heart.

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