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Don Carlos
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2017
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Whate'er may be your plans, do nothing, – nothing, —
Without your friend's advice. You promise this?
CARLOS
All, all I promise that thy love can ask!
I throw myself entirely upon thee!
MARQUIS
The king, I hear, is going to Madrid.
The time is short. If with the queen you would
Converse in private, it is only here,
Here in Aranjuez, it can be done.
The quiet of the place, the freer manners,
All favor you.
CARLOS
And such, too, was my hope;
But it, alas! was vain.
MARQUIS
Not wholly so.
I go to wait upon her. If she be
The same in Spain she was in Henry's court,
She will be frank at least. And if I can
Read any hope for Carlos in her looks —
Find her inclined to grant an interview —
Get her attendant ladies sent away —
CARLOS
Most of them are my friends – especially
The Countess Mondecar, whom I have gained
By service to her son, my page.
MARQUIS
'Tis well;
Be you at hand, and ready to appear,
Whene'er I give the signal, prince.
CARLOS
I will, —
Be sure I will: – and all good speed attend thee!
MARQUIS
I will not lose a moment; so, farewell.
[Exeunt severally
SCENE III
The Queen's Residence in Aranjuez. The Pleasure Grounds, intersected by an avenue, terminated by the Queen's Palace.
The QUEEN, DUCHESS OF OLIVAREZ, PRINCESS OF EBOLI, and MARCHIONESS OF MONDECAR, all advancing from the avenue.
QUEEN (to the MARCHIONESS)
I will have you beside me, Mondecar.
The princess, with these merry eyes of hers,
Has plagued me all the morning. See, she scarce
Can hide the joy she feels to leave the country.
EBOLI
'Twere idle to conceal, my queen, that I
Shall be most glad to see Madrid once more.
MONDECAR
And will your majesty not be so, too?
Are you so grieved to quit Aranjuez?
QUEEN
To quit – this lovely spot at least I am.
This is my world. Its sweetness oft and oft
Has twined itself around my inmost heart.
Here, nature, simple, rustic nature greets me,
The sweet companion of my early years —
Here I indulge once more my childhood's sports,
And my dear France's gales come blowing here.
Blame not this partial fondness – all hearts yearn
For their own native land.
EBOLI
But then how lone,
How dull and lifeless it is here! We might
As well be in La Trappe.
QUEEN
I cannot see it.
To me Madrid alone is lifeless. But
Without your friend's advice. You promise this?
CARLOS
All, all I promise that thy love can ask!
I throw myself entirely upon thee!
MARQUIS
The king, I hear, is going to Madrid.
The time is short. If with the queen you would
Converse in private, it is only here,
Here in Aranjuez, it can be done.
The quiet of the place, the freer manners,
All favor you.
CARLOS
And such, too, was my hope;
But it, alas! was vain.
MARQUIS
Not wholly so.
I go to wait upon her. If she be
The same in Spain she was in Henry's court,
She will be frank at least. And if I can
Read any hope for Carlos in her looks —
Find her inclined to grant an interview —
Get her attendant ladies sent away —
CARLOS
Most of them are my friends – especially
The Countess Mondecar, whom I have gained
By service to her son, my page.
MARQUIS
'Tis well;
Be you at hand, and ready to appear,
Whene'er I give the signal, prince.
CARLOS
I will, —
Be sure I will: – and all good speed attend thee!
MARQUIS
I will not lose a moment; so, farewell.
[Exeunt severally
SCENE III
The Queen's Residence in Aranjuez. The Pleasure Grounds, intersected by an avenue, terminated by the Queen's Palace.
The QUEEN, DUCHESS OF OLIVAREZ, PRINCESS OF EBOLI, and MARCHIONESS OF MONDECAR, all advancing from the avenue.
QUEEN (to the MARCHIONESS)
I will have you beside me, Mondecar.
The princess, with these merry eyes of hers,
Has plagued me all the morning. See, she scarce
Can hide the joy she feels to leave the country.
EBOLI
'Twere idle to conceal, my queen, that I
Shall be most glad to see Madrid once more.
MONDECAR
And will your majesty not be so, too?
Are you so grieved to quit Aranjuez?
QUEEN
To quit – this lovely spot at least I am.
This is my world. Its sweetness oft and oft
Has twined itself around my inmost heart.
Here, nature, simple, rustic nature greets me,
The sweet companion of my early years —
Here I indulge once more my childhood's sports,
And my dear France's gales come blowing here.
Blame not this partial fondness – all hearts yearn
For their own native land.
EBOLI
But then how lone,
How dull and lifeless it is here! We might
As well be in La Trappe.
QUEEN
I cannot see it.
To me Madrid alone is lifeless. But
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