Guendolen monologue (Act 4) — Locrine: A Tragedy

Dost the know What day records to day and night to night— How he whose wrath was rained as hail or snow On Troy’s adulterous towers, when treacherous flame Devoured them, and our fathers’ roofs lay low, And all their praise was turned to fire and shame— All-righteous God, who herds the stars of heaven As sheep within his sheepfold—God, whose name Compels the wandering clouds to service, given As surely as even the sun’s is—loves or hates Treason? He loved our sires: were they forgiven? Their walls upreared of gods, their sevenfold gates, Might these keep out his justice? What art thou To make thy will more strong and sure than fate’s? Thy fate am I, that falls upon thee now. Wilt thou not slay me yet—and slay thy son? So shall thy fate change, and unbend the brow That now looks mortal on thee.