Amelia monologue (Act 4) — The Robbers

Oh, you would so have loved him?---there was so much, so much in his face--in his eyes--in the tone of his voice,--which was so like yours--that I love so dearly! (CHARLES casts his eyes down to the ground.) Here, where you are standing, he has stood a thousand times-- and by his side, one who, by his side, forgot heaven and earth. Here his eyes feasted on nature's most glorious panorama,--which, as if conscious of his approving glance, seemed to increase in beauty under the approbation of her masterpiece. Here he held the audience of the air captive with his heavenly music. Here, from this bush, he plucked roses, and plucked those roses for me. Here, here, he lay on my neck; here he imprinted burning kisses on my lips, and the flowers hung their heads with pleasure beneath the foot-tread of the lovers.*