Monologue for Hero, if circumstances had been different:
Of all the people on this beautiful earth, such a disaster would only happen to me. This shame, which has destroyed my life, will never leave my heart or mind. The words which left his lips, the false accusations he made, are a creation of which will never break away from me. I never deserved those words. I was pure; I still am pure. Whatever led him, the one who promised himself to me, to defame me in such a way is surely an unhallowed source. I know nothing but the truth, and the truth is this: I do not know the heat of a luxurious bed. Never have I slept with any but myself.
But even those who love me believe these indictments true.
Despite everything I still have emotions that I just shouldn't have. He hurt me, almost killed me, killed me inside, and yet I still get this feeling, deep inside my chest, whenever I think of him. I can't have these emotions, but yet I still do. I wish he would see the truth past all the lies which cloud his view. Whoever he saw that night, it wasn't me. Why can’t he just understand how wrong he is and how much he has rotted and sapped the love from my heart. His blows have debauched my body and filled my soul with sorrow. I feel so frightened a fear that just won’t leave. Beatrice has tried to help me, to talk to me, but she doesn't understand. She cannot simply understand. She's never been in this position. I'm scared I'll lose my wits, start hallucinating and stop remembering the joys of life. The joys which I felt every day the joys which I took for granted to know such pain and heart wrench can encapsulate my body makes the happiness I once felt a long wanted craving.
It was the friar's idea to send me away. Everyone who attended the wedding now thinks I am dead, and now I will make passage to a nunnery so as to avoid shame here. When I left behind everybody that I have ever loved leaves a stain upon my soul an empty place deep inside. I'll miss Beatrice and my...