Monologue

Sir Launcelot Monologue from Arthur

From Arthur by Laurence Binyon

male · romantic · 52 sec

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Sir Bernard, I owe your daughter all the breath I breathe. She found me at the gasp of death; she brought me Of her sweet pity hither, healed my wound, And more; for when black clouds were on my mind She let the morning shine full into it; I felt her like the sky, the morning dew. If--if there be some fondness, some young spring Of fondness in her heart, Time soon amends Such wounds. She is a child. If this be gone More deep than tenderness and pity’s tears I have means to cure it. Let me speak with her.

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30s · longing · love · healing · youth · redemption

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