Monologue

Wallenstein Monologue from The Death of Wallenstein

From The Death of Wallenstein by Friedrich Schiller

male · anguished · 1:35 min

Max., remain with me. Go you not from me, Max.! Hark! I will tell thee---- How when at Prague, our winter quarters, thou Wert brought into my tent a tender boy, Not yet accustomed to the German winters; Thy hand was frozen to the heavy colors; Thou wouldst not let them go. At that time did I take thee in my arms, And with my mantle did I cover thee; I was thy nurse, no woman could have been A kinder to thee; I was not ashamed To do for thee all little offices, However strange to me; I tended thee Till life returned; and when thine eyes first opened, I had thee in my arms. Since then, when have Altered my feelings toward thee? Many thousands Have I made rich, presented them with lands; Rewarded them with dignities and honors; Thee have I loved: my heart, my self, I gave To thee; They all were aliens: thou wert Our child and inmate. (6) Max.! Thou canst not leave me; It cannot be; I may not, will not think That Max. can leave me.

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