The Duke Monologue from L'Aiglon

From L'Aiglon by Edmond Rostand

male · dark · 51 sec

The note Is from a woman anxious not to miss me. I've taken her advice, for I am here Only for love's adventure. (PROKESCH: No!) That's all. (PROKESCH: But then--the plot?) Oh, 'twere too criminal, Dear country, made of sunshine and of laughter, To raise upon the high seat of thy glory A child of night, misfortune, and the Escurial! What if, when I were seated there, the past, Plunging its yellow hands into my soul, With hideous claws unearthed some ancestor: Some Rudolph or some Philip? Ah! I dread Lest at the humming of Imperial bees The monster sleeping in me should awake.

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