Don Carlos

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Фридрих Шиллер

Год написания книги

2017

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But then your queen?

CARLOS (rising)

O God, I'll go, I'll go!
Can I refuse to bend to that appeal?
I am your very plaything. Mother, mother,
A sign, a transient glance, one broken word
From those dear lips can bid me live or die.
What would you more? Is there beneath the sun
One thing I would not haste to sacrifice
To meet your lightest wish?

QUEEN

Then fly!

CARLOS

God!

QUEEN

With tears I do conjure you, Carlos, fly!
I ask no more. O fly! before my court,
My guards, detecting us alone together,
Bear the dread tidings to your father's ear.

CARLOS

I bide my doom, or be it life or death.
Have I staked every hope on this one moment,
Which gives thee to me thus at length alone,
That idle fears should balk me of my purpose?
No, queen! The world may round its axis roll
A hundred thousand times, ere chance again
Yield to my prayers a moment such as this.

QUEEN

It never shall to all eternity.
Unhappy man! What would you ask of me?

CARLOS

Heaven is my witness, queen, how I have struggled,
Struggled as mortal never did before,
But all in vain! My manhood fails – I yield.

QUEEN

No more of this – for my sake – for my peace.

CARLOS

You were mine own, – in face of all the world, —
Affianced to me by two mighty crowns,
By heaven and nature plighted as my bride,
But Philip, cruel Philip, stole you from me!

QUEEN

He is your father?

CARLOS

And he is your husband!

QUEEN

And gives to you for an inheritance,
The mightiest monarchy in all the world.

CARLOS

And you, as mother!

QUEEN

Mighty heavens! You rave!

CARLOS

And is he even conscious of his treasure?
Hath he a heart to feel and value yours?
I'll not complain – no, no, I will forget,
How happy, past all utterance, I might
Have been with you, – if he were only so.
But he is not – there, there, the anguish lies!
He is not, and he never – never can be.
Oh, you have robbed me of my paradise,
Only to blast it in King Philip's arms!

QUEEN

Horrible thought!

CARLOS