HerbertAt last! The audience arrives!
HerbertIn these dark days of misery I must waste my talent by working as a humble postman. And yet, how lucky am I whose blessing by the muse has proved so rich and so profuse! ...
HerbertFor you should know, my friend, that I am poet at heart and that acting is my art. As true as day follows night I will rise into the light of fame and glory.
HerbertA cult? Oh dear. You would not think to which extremes my admirers would go in their worship.
HerbertWicked, wicked witchery! The very mention of this evil art strikes terror into those who are faint of heart.
HerbertIf only his majesty's eyes would rest me on the stage, if only he saw me once! How could he not see the greatness of my art if he saw me act my part?
HerbertIf ignorance were a virtue he'd deserve his station in life, for he is a dimwit and so is his wife.
HerbertDelicious morsel, so sweet and so tempting to the tongue! So sweet is your taste, and yet so bitter the lot of those who toil on the plantations.
HerbertOh, the plantations, where so few earn so much and so many so little! Are they not a fitting mirror of this cruel world.
HerbertCurious is this liquor, whom many have called divine, for it turns some into angels and others into swine.
HerbertHar, Har! Shiver me timbers, ya filthy landlubberrr! Weigh anchorrr! Man the cannons! Err ... I'm still working on that part, you know.
HerbertAh, the scourge of the Southern Seas! Surely these accursed creatures have been created by a vengeful god who looked with hate and envy on our noble race!
HerbertWhy should you seek mere metal when the pen is mightier than the blade, and so is love? Fool! Be a lover, be a poet if you must, but never raise a blade unless your cause is just.
HerbertCarlin! Oh Carlin, my love! Noble jewel of the north, it is you that I crave, for only among your people can I stop being a slave! ...
HerbertOne day I will come to you, fair Carlin. Bid this humble traveller welcome, lift this humble star into the sky of greatness!
HerbertHow could I hate you, Venore, the place where I grew up and so did my father before. But I shall ne'er go back to you, for your people are smug and their minds are small. ...
HerbertOne day they will weep for their prodigal son, but then I won't mind for I will be gone.
HerbertI mourn you, Thais, for you are no longer the shiny diamond that inspired a sense of purpose and pride in us all. ...
HerbertRather than building a temple for the muses your people chose to build an arena, where blood is shed and animals are slaughtered for sport. Oh Thais, how deep have you fallen!
HerbertIs he real? Or is he a mere story, a tale told by weary parents by the fireside to put fear into their unruly children's hearts? ...
HerbertBut no! No! He is real, I tell you, he is real, for I can feel the icy clasp of his will of steel even while I am standing here. Who will be there to stop him if he stirs again, I ask of you?
HerbertThis dreary place, though paradise to some, is hell and exile to me! My talent is shipwrecked on these sunny shores, my art a prisoner of the oafish horde. ...
HerbertOh Carlin! Carlin! Queen of the arts and sister of the muse! Only in your kind bosom would I be safe from ignorance and from abuse!
HerbertEleonore, sweet Eleonore, how your heart races when we're close. I pity you for your futile struggle with your passion, for who could hope to win a war like this? And yet, dear Eleonore, your fight is futile, for my heart is betrothed forever to my art.
HerbertFie, that scary hag! She has been living in the shantytown forever like some tenacious weed.
HerbertI suppose there are those who like to spend their time digging through dirt and through lime. Boring stuff, if you want my opinion.
HerbertOf this name there is none in my book. If you don't believe me take a look!
HerbertAh! The brave admiral has the makings of a true hero! I am planning on making him the hero of a history play, you know? Oh, he has to die first, of course.
HerbertOh for a guy he's overly romantic. He has a crush on women in uniforms.
HerbertAh, she is overly romantic. She does love guys in uniforms, but I'm not important enough for her, hmpf ...
HerbertAlso, she's quite busy and doesn't show up here very often. I still have a letter here for her that she never picked up.
HerbertOh the miser! Loveless is he called, and has there ever been a name more fitting to a mortal man? For he loves his money and else he loves none, and he himself is hated by everyone.
HerbertFair like a sunrise in spring she is, yet graceful like a piece of dust floating in silky moonlight. And yet, poor Tristan, who knows? Thorns of poison may grow on this rose.
HerbertTristan, oh Tristan, you are lost! Fair Isolde took your heart, but did she give you hers? Ah, what cruel arithmetics is love unfulfilled, when it leaves some with all and others with nothing!
HerbertI must admit he is something of a character, but his pirate impression lacks style.
HerbertThank you! Thank you! Sorry, no autographs today!