The Lackey Monologue from L'Aiglon

From L'Aiglon by Edmond Rostand

male · defiant · 46 sec

Who marched and fought Fasting, and only stopped-- (THE DUKE: At last I see one!) To fight--and then stopped fighting, four to one, Only to march; and stopped again to fight! Marching and fighting, naked, starved, but merry-- Don't you suppose we, too, were sick of it? (MARMONT: But--) Though we owed him precious little thanks, Nevertheless 'twas we whose hearts were true, While you were ambling at the King's right hand. In short, your Highness, in the great canteen, Where souls are fed on glory, he may find (Pointing to MARMONT.) His laurels are not worth our small potatoes.

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