The Duke Monologue from L'Aiglon

From L'Aiglon by Edmond Rostand

male · inspirational · 1:17 min

(Turning.) Marmont? (MARMONT: Good luck, my Lord!) Why do the others stand so far away? (MARMONT: Because they fear they may disturb your Highness, And, Sire, you are already Emperor!) The word strikes strangely on my wondering ear-- The Emperor! What Emperor is here? This youth of twenty on the throne? As through a casement now myself I see Pass down the shouting street; 'tis good to be Young, and the first Napoleon's son! All Notre Dame invades my dreaming soul, I see the incense, hear the organ roll, A nation offers up a prayer! God! what great causes may be served by kings! How they can love! Achieve what righteous things! Prokesch, the Future shows too fair! O France, who with thy blood didst write our name, With happy days I will repay the fame; I come, triumphant in my pride. Sun on my flags; the air with shouts is rent. The Champs Elysées, with their chestnut scent, Waft me fair welcome as I ride.

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