Monologue

Serapion Monologue from All for Love

From All for Love by John Dryden

male · dark · 1:00 min

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Last night, between the hours of twelve and one, In a lone aisle of the temple while I walked, A whirlwind rose, that, with a violent blast, Shook all the dome: the doors around me clapt; The iron wicket, that defends the vault, Where the long race of Ptolemies is laid, Burst open, and disclosed the mighty dead. From out each monument, in order placed, An armed ghost starts up: the boy-king last Reared his inglorious head. A peal of groans Then followed, and a lamentable voice Cried, Egypt is no more! My blood ran back, My shaking knees against each other knocked; On the cold pavement down I fell entranced, And so unfinished left the horrid scene.

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Serapion experiences a terrifying supernatural event in a temple, where he encounters the ghosts of the dead, leading to a profound realization about Egypt's fate.

40s · fear · death · power · isolation · fate

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