KEEP YOUR OWN SECRET
A monologue from the
play by Pedro
Calderón de la Barca
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NOTE: This monologue is reprinted
from Eight Dramas of Calderon. Trans. Edward Fitzgerald.
London: Macmillan & Co., 1906. |
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- LAZARO: Why, my lord, once upon a time
- I fell in love with one who would not have me
- Either for love or money: so at last
- I go to a certain witch--tell him my story:
- Whereon he bids me do this; cut a lock
- From my love's head and bring it to him. Well,
- I watch'd my opportunity, and one day,
- When she was fast asleep, adroitly lopp'd
- A lovely forlock from what seem'd her hair,
- But was an hair-loom rather from her wig
- Descended from a head that once was young
- As I thought her. For, giving it the witch,
- To work his charm with, in the dead of night,
- When I was waiting for my love to come,
- Into my bed-room the dead woman stalk'd
- To whom the lock of hair had once belong'd,
- And claim'd me for her own. O Lord, how soon
- "Sweetheart" and "Deary" chang'd to "Apage!"
- And flesh and blood to ice!
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