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Don Carlos

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2017
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Your second must be Spain. How gladly, Carlos,
Will I give place to this more worthy choice!

CARLOS (overpowered by emotion, throws himself at her feet)

How great thou art, my angel! Yes, I'll do
All, all thou canst desire. So let it be.

[He rises.

Here in the sight of heaven I stand and swear —
I swear to thee, eternal – no, great Heaven! —
Eternal silence only, – not oblivion!

QUEEN

How can I ask from you what I myself
Am not disposed to grant?

MARQUIS (hastening from the alley)

The king!

QUEEN

Oh God!

MARQUIS

Away, away! fly from these precincts, prince!

QUEEN

His jealousy is dreadful – should he see you —

CARLOS

I'll stay.

QUEEN

And who will be the victim then?

CARLOS (seizing the MARQUIS by the arm)

Away, away! Come, Roderigo, come!
[Goes and returns.
What may I hope to carry hence with me?

QUEEN

Your mother's friendship.

CARLOS

Friendship! Mother!

QUEEN

And
These tears with it – they're from the Netherlands.

[She gives him some letters. Exit CARLOS with the MARQUIS.

The QUEEN looks restlessly round in search of her ladies, who are nowhere to be seen. As she is about to retire up, the KING enters.

SCENE VI

The KING, the QUEEN, DUKE ALVA, COUNT LERMA, DOMINGO, LADIES, GRANDEES, who remain at a little distance.

KING

How, madam, alone; not even one of all
Your ladies in attendance? Strange! Where are they?

QUEEN

My gracious lord!

KING

Why thus alone, I say?

[To his attendants.

I'll take a strict account of this neglect.
'Tis not to be forgiven. Who has the charge
Of waiting on your majesty to-day?

QUEEN

Oh, be not angry! Good, my lord, 'tis I
Myself that am to blame – at my request
The Princess Eboli went hence but now.

KING

At your request!

QUEEN
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