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    Don Carlos (play)

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      Wherefore? That no one knows, except the king

      And Marquis Posa.

      PARMA.

      And without the warrant

      Of the assembled Cortes of the Realm?

      FERIA.

      That man shall suffer, who has lent a hand

      To infringe the nation's rights.

      ALVA.

      And so say I!

      MEDINA SIDONIA.

      And I!

      THE OTHER GRANDEES.

      And all of us!

      ALVA.

      Who'll follow me

      Into the cabinet? I'll throw myself

      Before the monarch's feet.

      LERMA (rushing out of the cabinet).

      The Duke of Alva!

      DOMINGO.

      Then God be praised at last!

      LERMA.

      When Marquis Posa

      Comes, say the king's engaged and he'll be sent for.

      DOMINGO (to LERMA; all the others having gathered round him,

      full of anxious expectation).

      Count! What has happened? You are pale as death!

      LERMA (hastening away).

      Fell villany!

      PARMA and FERIA.

      What! what!

      MEDINA SIDONIA.

      How is the king?

      DOMINGO (at the same time).

      Fell villany! Explain--

      LERMA.

      The king shed tears!

      DOMINGO.

      Shed tears!

      ALL (together with astonishment).

      The king shed tears!

      [The bell rings in the cabinet, COUNT LERMA hastens in.

      DOMINGO.

      Count, yet one word.

      Pardon! He's gone! We're fettered in amazement.

      SCENE XXIV.

      PRINCESS EBOLI, FERIA, MEDINA SIDONIA, PARMA,

      DOMINGO, and other grandees.

      EBOLI (hurriedly and distractedly).

      Where is the king? Where? I must speak with him.

      [To FERIA.

      Conduct me to him, duke!

      FERIA.

      The monarch is

      Engaged in urgent business. No one now

      Can be admitted.

      EBOLI.

      Has he signed, as yet,

      The fatal sentence? He has been deceived.

      DOMINGO (giving her a significant look at a distance).

      The Princess Eboli!

      EBOLI (going to him).

      What! you here, priest?

      The very man I want! You can confirm

      My testimony!

      [She seizes his hand and would drag him into the cabinet.

      DOMINGO.

      I? You rave, princess!

      FERIA.

      Hold back. The king cannot attend you now.

      EBOLI.

      But he must hear me; he must hear the truth

      The truth, were he ten times a deity.

      EBOLI.

      Man, tremble at the anger of thy idol.

      I have naught left to hazard.

      [Attempts to enter the cabinet; ALVA rushes out, his eyes

      sparkling, triumph in his gait. He hastens to DOMINGO,

      and embraces him.

      ALVA.

      Let each church

      Resound with high To Dennis. Victory

      At length is ours.

      DOMINGO.

      What! Ours?

      ALVA (to DOMINGO and the other GRANDEES).

      Now to the king.

      You shall hereafter hear the sequel from me.

      ACT V.

      SCENE I.

      A chamber in the royal palace, separated from a large fore-court

      by an iron-barred gate. Sentinels walking up and down. CARLOS

      sitting at a table, with his head leaning forward on his arms, as

      if he were asleep. In the background of the chamber are some

      officers, confined with him. The MARQUIS POSA enters, unobserved

      by him, and whispers to the officers, who immediately withdraw.

      He himself steps close up to CARLOS, and looks at him for a few

      minutes in silent sorrow. At last he makes a motion which awakens

      him out of his stupor. CARLOS rises, and seeing the MARQUIS, starts

      back. He regards him for some time with fixed eyes, and draws his

      hand over his forehead as if he wished to recollect something.

      MARQUIS.

      Carlos! 'tie I.

      CARLOS (gives him his hand).

      Comest thou to me again?

      'Tis friendly of thee, truly.

      MARQUIS.

      Here I thought

      Thou mightest need a friend.

      CARLOS.

      Indeed! was that

      Thy real thought? Oh, joy unspeakable!

      Right well I knew thou still wert true to me.

      MARQUIS.

      I have deserved this from thee.

      CARLOS.

      Hast thou not?

      And now we understand each other fully,

      It joys my heart. This kindness, this forbearance

      Becomes our noble souls. For should there be

      One rash, unjust demand amongst my wishes,

      Wouldst thou, for that, refuse me what was just?

      Virtue I know may often be severe,

      But never is she cruel and inhuman.

      Oh! it hath cost thee much; full well I know

      How thy kind heart with bitter anguish bled

      As thy hands decked the victim for the altar.

      MARQUIS.

      What meanest thou, Carlos?

      CARLOS.

      Thou, thyself, wilt now

      Fulfil the joyous course I should have run.

      Thou wilt bestow on Spain those golden days

      She might have hoped in vain to win from me.

      I'm lost, forever lost; thou saw'st it clearly.

      This fatal love has scattered, and forever,

      All the bright, early blossoms of my mind.

      To all the great, exalted hopes I'm dead.

      Chance led thee to the king-or Providence,-

      It cost thee but my secret-and at once

      He was thine own-thou may'st become his angel:

      But I am lost, though Spain perhaps may flourish.

      Well, there is nothing to condemn, if not

      My own mad blindness. Oh, I should have known

      That thou art no less great than tender-hearted.

      MARQUIS.

      No! I foresaw not, I considered not

      That friendship's generous heart would lead thee on

      Beyond my worldly prudence. I have erred,

      My fabric's shattered-I forgot thy heart.

      CARLOS.

      Yet, if it had been possible to spare

      Her fate-oh, how intensely I had thanked thee!

      Could I not bear the burden by myself?

      And why must she be made a second victim?

      But now no more, I'll spare thee this reproach.

      What is the queen to thee? Say, dost thou love her?

      Could thy exalted virtue e'er consult

      The petty interests of my wretched passion?

      Oh, pardon me! I was unjust--

      MARQUIS.

      Thou art so!

      But not for this reproach. Deserved I one,

      I merit all-and then I should not stand

      Before you as I do.

      [He takes out his portfolio.

      I have some letters

      To give you back of those you trusted to me.

      CARLOS (looks first at the letters, then at the MARQUIS, in

      astonishment).

      How!

      MARQUIS.

      I return them now because they may

      Prove safer in thy custody than mine.

      CARLOS.

      What meanest thou? Has his majesty not read them?

      Have they not been before him?

      MARQUIS.

      What, these letters!

      CARLOS.

      Thou didst not show them al
    l, then?

      MARQUIS.

      Who has said

      That ever I showed one?

      CARLOS (astonished).

      Can it be so?

      Count Lerma--

      MARQUIS.

      He! he told thee so! Now all

      Is clear as day. But who could have foreseen it?

      Lerma! Oh, no, he hath not learned to lie.

      'Tis true, the king has all the other letters.

      CARLOS (looks at him long with speechless astonishment).

      But wherefore am I here?

      MARQUIS.

      For caution's sake,

      Lest thou should chance, a second time, to make

      An Eboli thy confidant.

      CARLOS (as if waking from a dream).

      Ha! Now

      I see it all-all is explained.

      MARQUIS (goes to the door).

      Who's there?

      SCENE II.

      DUKE ALVA. The former.

      ALVA (approaching the PRINCE with respect, but turning his

      back on the MARQUIS during the whole scene).

      Prince, you are free. Deputed by the king

      I come to tell you so.

      [CARLOS looks at the MARQUIS with astonishment.

      General silence.

      And I, in truth,

      Am fortunate to have this honor first--

      CARLOS (looking at both with extreme amazement, after a pause,

      to the DUKE).

      I am imprisoned, duke, and set at freedom,

      Unconscious of the cause of one or other.

      ALVA.

      As far as I know, prince, 'twas through an error,

      To which the king was driven by a traitor.

      CARLOS.

      Then am I here by order of the king?

      ALVA.

      Yes, through an error of his majesty.

      CARLOS.

      That gives me pain, indeed. But when the king

      Commits an error, 'twould beseem the king,

      Methinks, to remedy the fault in person.

      I am Don Philip's son-and curious eyes

      And slanderous looks are on me. What the king

      Hath done from sense of duty ne'er will I

      Appear to owe to your considerate favor.

      I am prepared to appear before the Cortes,

      And will not take my sword from such a hand.

      ALVA.

      The king will never hesitate to grant

      Your highness a request so just. Permit

      That I conduct you to him.

      CARLOS.

      Here I stay

      Until the king or all Madrid shall come

      To lead me from my prison. Take my answer.

      [ALVA withdraws. He is still seen for some time

      lingering in the court and giving orders to the guards.

      SCENE III.

      CARLOS and MARQUIS POSA.

      CARLOS (after the departure of the DUKE, full of expectation and

      astonishment, to the MARQUIS).

      What means all this? Inform me, Roderigo-

      Art thou not, then, the minister?

      MARQUIS.

      I was,

      As thou canst well perceive--

      [Going to him with great emotion.

      O Carlos! Now

      I have succeeded-yes-it is accomplished-

      'Tis over now-Omnipotence be praised,

      To whom I owe success.

      CARLOS.

      Success! What mean you?

      Thy words perplex me.

      MARQUIS (takes his hand).

      Carlos! thou art saved-

      Art free-but I--

      [He stops short.

      CARLOS.

      But thou--

      MARQUIS.

      Thus to my breast

      I press thee now, with friendship's fullest right,

      A right I've bought with all I hold most dear.

      How great, how lovely, Carlos, is this moment

      Of self-approving joy?

      CARLOS.

      What sudden change

      I mark upon thy features! Proudly now

      Thy bosom heaves, thine eyes dart vivid fire!

      MARQUIS.

      We must say farewell, Carlos! Tremble 'not,

      But be a man! And what thou more shalt hear,

      Promise me, not by unavailing sorrow,

      Unworthy of great souls, to aggravate

      The pangs of parting. I am lost to thee,

      Carlos, for many years-fools say forever.

      [CARLOS withdraws his hand, but makes no reply.

      Be thou a man: I've reckoned much on thee-

      I have not even shunned to pass with thee

      This awful hour-which men, in words of fear,

      Have termed the final one. I own it, Carlos,

      I joy to pass it thus. Come let us sit-

      I feel myself grown weary and exhausted.

      [He approaches CARLOS, who is in a lifeless stupor, and

      allows himself to be involuntarily drawn down by him.

      Where art thou? No reply! I must be brief.

      Upon the day that followed our last meeting

      At the Carthusian monastery the king

      Called me before him. What ensued thou knowest,

      And all Madrid. Thou hast not heard, however,

      Thy secret even then had reached his ears-

      That letters in the queen's possession found

      Had testified against thee. This I learned

      From his own lips-I was his confidant.

      [He pauses for CARLOS' answer, but he still

      remains silent.

      Yes, Carlos, with my lips I broke my faith-

      Guided the plot myself that worked thy ruin.

      Thy deed spoke trumpet-tongued; to clear thee fully

      'Twas now too late: to frustrate his revenge

      Was all that now remained for me; and so

      I made myself thy enemy to-serve thee

      With fuller power-dost thou not hear me, Carlos,

      CARLOS.

      Go on! go on! I hear thee.

      MARQUIS.

      To this point

      I'm guiltless. But the unaccustomed beams

      Of royal favor dazzled me. The rumor,

      As I had well foreseen, soon reached thine ears

      But by mistaken delicacy led,

      And blinded by my vain desire to end

      My enterprise alone, I kept concealed

      From friendship's ear my hazardous design.

      This was my fatal error! Here I failed!

      I know it. My self-confidence was madness.

      Pardon that confidence-'twas founded, Carlos,

      Upon our friendship's everlasting base.

      [He pauses. CARLOS passes from torpid silence to

      violent agitation.

      That which I feared befell. Unreal dangers

      Alarmed your mind. The bleeding queen-the tumult

      Within the palace-Lerma's interference-

      And, last of all, my own mysterious silence,

      Conspired to overwhelm thy heart with wonder.

      Thou wavered'st, thought'st me lost; but far too noble

      To doubt thy friend's integrity, thy soul

      Clothed his defection with a robe of honor,

      Nor judged him faithless till it found a motive

      To screen and justify his breach of faith.

      Forsaken by thy only friend-'twas then

      Thou sought'st the arms of Princess Eboli-

      A demon's arms! 'Twas she betrayed thee, Carlos!

      I saw thee fly to her-a dire foreboding

      Struck on my heart-I followed thee too late!

      Already wert thou prostrate at her feet,

      The dread avowal had escaped thy lips-

      No way was left to save thee.

      CARLOS.

      No! her heart

      Was moved, thou dost mistake, her heart was moved.

      MARQUIS.

      Night overspread my mind. No remedy,

      No refuge, no r
    etreat was left to me

      In nature's boundless compass. Blind despair

      Transformed me to a fury-to a tiger-

      I raised my dagger to a woman's breast.

      But in that moment-in that dreadful moment-

      A radiant sunbeam fell upon my soul.

      "Could I mislead the king! Could I succeed

      In making him think me the criminal!

      However improbable, the very guilt

     


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