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| Character | Tigranes???? | |
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Adult (36-50), Senior (>50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | In love, Frustrated, Insecure | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Year | 1611 | |
| Period | 17th Century | |
| Genre | Romance, Tragedy, Drama, Comedy | |
| Description | Tigranes can't decide between Spaconia and Panthea | |
| Location | ACT IV, Scene 2 | |
Summary
The play follows several story lines. The main story line is that of King Arbaces of Iberia who falls desperately in love with his beautiful sister sister Panthea. He even plans to rape her and then kill himself but turns out Panthea is not her sister after all since he is the son of Gobrius, the Protector of the Kingdom and Panthea daughter of the deceased king and Arane, the Queen mother. At the end Arbaces marries Panthea.
In another story line the king of Armenia, Tigranes, who is engaged to Spaconia, falls in love with Panthea as well. Arbaces had initially thought to give out in marriage his sister to him before he fell in love with her.
In this monologue Tigranes expresses his frustrations about having to decide between his old love Spaconia and his new passion, the beautiful Princess Panthea.
In another story line the king of Armenia, Tigranes, who is engaged to Spaconia, falls in love with Panthea as well. Arbaces had initially thought to give out in marriage his sister to him before he fell in love with her.
In this monologue Tigranes expresses his frustrations about having to decide between his old love Spaconia and his new passion, the beautiful Princess Panthea.
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| TIGRANES Fool that I am, I have undone my self, And with my own hand turn'd my fortune round, That was a fair one: I have childishly Plaid with my hope so long, till I have broke it, And now too late I mourn for't; O Spaconia! Thou hast found an even way to thy revenge now, Why didst thou follow me like a faint shadow, To wither my desires? But wretched fool, Why did I plant thee 'twixt the Sun and me, To make me freeze thus? Why did I prefer her To the fair Princess? O thou fool, thou fool, Thou family of fools, live like a slave still, And in thee bear thine own hell and thy torment, Thou hast deserv'd: Couldst thou find no Lady But she that has thy hopes to put her to, And hazard all thy peace? None to abuse, But she that lov'd thee ever? poor Spaconia, And so much lov'd thee, that in honesty And honour thou art bound to meet her vertues: She that forgot the greatness of her grief And miseries, that must follow such mad passions, Endless and wild as women; she that for thee And with thee left her liberty, her name, And Country, you have paid me equal, Heavens, And sent my own rod to correct me with; A woman: for inconstancy I'le suffer, Lay it on justice, till my soul melt in me For my unmanly, beastly, sudden doting Upon a new face: after all my oaths Many and strange ones, I feel my old fire flame again and burn So strong and violent, that should I see her Again, the grief and that would kill me. |
