Trast Monologue from Honor: A Play in Four Acts

From Honor: A Play in Four Acts by Hermann Sudermann

male · defiant · 59 sec

No one has touched your honor. (Robert: Really!) Because nobody in the world could do it. (Robert: Really, really!) This thing that you call honor--this mixture of shame, and "tempo," and--honesty and pride, things you have acquired through a civilized existence and as a result of your own loyalty, why this can no more be taken away from you by a piece of treachery than your generosity or your judgment! Either it is a part of yourself or else it doesn't exist at all. The sort of honor that can be destroyed by a blow from a fop's glove has nothing to do with you! That is nothing but a mirror for the dandies, a plaything for the indolent and a perfume to the boulevardier.

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