You feel from the gathering storm a pitiful weakness in your limbs, it seems. (Carpenter: Your limbs will soon be in motion elsewhere, if you do not keep quiet.) Poor mice! The master of the house procures a new cat, and ye are straight in despair! The difference is very trifling; we shall get on as we did before, only be quiet. (Carpenter: You are an insolent knave.) Gossip! Let the duke alone. The old cat looks as though he had swallowed devils, instead of mice, and could not now digest them. Let him alone, I say; he must eat, drink, and sleep, like other men. I am not afraid if we only watch our opportunity, At first he makes quick work Of it; by-and-by, however, he too will find that it is pleasanter to live in the larder, among flitches of bacon, and to rest by night, than to entrap a few solitary mice in the granary. Go to! I know the stadtholders.

Vansen Monologue from Egmont

Rehearse Vansen's monologue