Thyr Monologue from A ComedyBy Anton TchekoffTranslated

From A ComedyBy Anton TchekoffTranslated by Hilmar Baukage.

male · dark · 1:07 min

I find no jewels ... but I wonder what The root of this black weed would do to a man If he should taste it.... I have seen a sheep die, With half the stalk still drooling from its mouth. 'Twould be a speedy remedy, I should think, For a festered pride and a feverish ambition. It has a curious root. I think I'll hack it In little pieces.... First I'll get me a drink; And then I'll hack that root in little pieces As small as dust, and see what the color is Inside. The pool is very clear. I see A shepherd standing on the brink, with a red cloak About him, and a black weed in his hand.... 'Tis I.

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