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Don Carlos
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2017
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CARLOS
And have I e'er deserved
To think the duke should be a friend of mine?
KING
Or tried to make him one? I scarce can love
Those sons who choose more wisely than their fathers.
CARLOS
And can Duke Alva's knightly spirit brook
To look on such a scene? Now, as I live,
I would not play the busy meddler's part,
Who thrusts himself, unasked, 'twixt sire and son,
And there intrudes without a blush, condemned
By his own conscious insignificance,
No, not, by heaven, to win a diadem!
KING (rising, with an angry look at the Prince)
Retire, my lord!
[ALVA goes to the principal door, through which CARLOS had entered, the KING points to the other.
No, to the cabinet,
Until I call you.
SCENE II
KING PHILIP. DON CARLOS.
CARLOS (as soon as the DUKE has left the apartment, advances to the KING, throws himself at his feet, and then, with great emotion)
My father once again!
Thanks, endless thanks, for this unwonted favor!
Your hand, my father! O delightful day!
The rapture of this kiss has long been strange
To your poor Carlos. Wherefore have I been
Shut from my father's heart? What have I done?
KING
Carlos, thou art a novice in these arts —
Forbear, I like them not —
CARLOS (rising)
And is it so?
I hear your courtiers in those words, my father!
All is not well, by heaven, all is not true,
That a priest says, and a priest's creatures plot.
I am not wicked, father; ardent blood
Is all my failing; – all my crime is youth; —
Wicked I am not – no, in truth, not wicked; —
Though many an impulse wild assails my heart,
Yet is it still untainted.
KING
Ay, 'tis pure —
I know it – like thy prayers —
CARLOS
Now, then, or never!
We are, for once, alone – the barrier
Of courtly form, that severed sire and son
Has fallen! Now a golden ray of hope
Illumes my soul – a sweet presentment
Pervades my heart – and heaven itself inclines,
With choirs of joyous angels, to the earth,
And full of soft emotion, the thrice blest
Looks down upon this great, this glorious scene!
Pardon, my father!
[He falls on his knees before him.
KING
Rise, and leave me.
CARLOS
Father!
KING (tearing himself from him)
This trifling grows too bold.
CARLOS
A son's devotion
Too bold! Alas!
KING
And, to crown all, in tears!
Degraded boy! Away, and quit my sight!
And have I e'er deserved
To think the duke should be a friend of mine?
KING
Or tried to make him one? I scarce can love
Those sons who choose more wisely than their fathers.
CARLOS
And can Duke Alva's knightly spirit brook
To look on such a scene? Now, as I live,
I would not play the busy meddler's part,
Who thrusts himself, unasked, 'twixt sire and son,
And there intrudes without a blush, condemned
By his own conscious insignificance,
No, not, by heaven, to win a diadem!
KING (rising, with an angry look at the Prince)
Retire, my lord!
[ALVA goes to the principal door, through which CARLOS had entered, the KING points to the other.
No, to the cabinet,
Until I call you.
SCENE II
KING PHILIP. DON CARLOS.
CARLOS (as soon as the DUKE has left the apartment, advances to the KING, throws himself at his feet, and then, with great emotion)
My father once again!
Thanks, endless thanks, for this unwonted favor!
Your hand, my father! O delightful day!
The rapture of this kiss has long been strange
To your poor Carlos. Wherefore have I been
Shut from my father's heart? What have I done?
KING
Carlos, thou art a novice in these arts —
Forbear, I like them not —
CARLOS (rising)
And is it so?
I hear your courtiers in those words, my father!
All is not well, by heaven, all is not true,
That a priest says, and a priest's creatures plot.
I am not wicked, father; ardent blood
Is all my failing; – all my crime is youth; —
Wicked I am not – no, in truth, not wicked; —
Though many an impulse wild assails my heart,
Yet is it still untainted.
KING
Ay, 'tis pure —
I know it – like thy prayers —
CARLOS
Now, then, or never!
We are, for once, alone – the barrier
Of courtly form, that severed sire and son
Has fallen! Now a golden ray of hope
Illumes my soul – a sweet presentment
Pervades my heart – and heaven itself inclines,
With choirs of joyous angels, to the earth,
And full of soft emotion, the thrice blest
Looks down upon this great, this glorious scene!
Pardon, my father!
[He falls on his knees before him.
KING
Rise, and leave me.
CARLOS
Father!
KING (tearing himself from him)
This trifling grows too bold.
CARLOS
A son's devotion
Too bold! Alas!
KING
And, to crown all, in tears!
Degraded boy! Away, and quit my sight!
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