Queen Monologue from Don Carlos: A Play

From Don Carlos: A Play by Friedrich Schiller

female · dark · 57 sec

Do I interpret rightly? Still you hope? Dare you hope on, when all is lost forever? (CARLOS: I look on naught as lost--except the dead.) For me--your mother, do you dare to hope? [She fixes a penetrating look on him, then continues with dignity and earnestness. And yet why not? A new elected monarch Can do far more--make bonfires of the laws His father left--o'erthrow his monuments-- Nay, more than this--for what shall hinder him?-- Drag from his tomb, in the Escurial, The sacred corpse of his departed sire, Make it a public spectacle, and scatter Forth to the winds his desecrated dust. And then, at last, to fill the measure up---- (CARLOS: Merciful heavens, finish not the picture!) End all by wedding with his mother.

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