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Don Carlos
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2017
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What saith our duchess to it?
OLIVAREZ
Why, methinks,
Your majesty, since kings have ruled in Spain,
It hath been still the custom for the court
To pass the summer months alternately
Here and at Pardo, – in Madrid, the winter.
QUEEN
Well, I suppose it has! Duchess, you know
I've long resigned all argument with you.
MONDECAR
Next month Madrid will be all life and bustle.
They're fitting up the Plaza Mayor now,
And we shall have rare bull-fights; and, besides,
A grand auto da fe is promised us.
QUEEN
Promised? This from my gentle Mondecar!
MONDECAR
Why not? 'Tis only heretics they burn!
QUEEN
I hope my Eboli thinks otherwise!
EBOLI
What, I? I beg your majesty may think me
As good a Christian as the marchioness.
QUEEN
Alas! I had forgotten where I am, —
No more of this! We were speaking, I think,
About the country? And methinks this month
Has flown away with strange rapidity.
I counted on much pleasure, very much,
From our retirement here, and yet I have not
Found that which I expected. Is it thus
With all our hopes? And yet I cannot say
One wish of mine is left ungratified.
OLIVAREZ
You have not told us, Princess Eboli,
If there be hope for Gomez, – and if we may
Expect ere long to greet you as his bride?
QUEEN
True – thank you, duchess, for reminding me!
[Addressing the PRINCESS.
I have been asked to urge his suit with you.
But can I do it? The man whom I reward
With my sweet Eboli must be a man
Of noble stamp indeed.
OLIVAREZ
And such he is,
A man of mark and fairest fame, – a man
Whom our dear monarch signally has graced
With his most royal favor.
QUEEN
He's happy in
Such high good fortune; but we fain would know,
If he can love, and win return of love.
This Eboli must answer.
EBOLI (stands speechless and confused, her eyes bent on the ground; at last she falls at the QUEEN's feet)
Gracious queen!
Have pity on me! Let me – let me not, —
For heaven's sake, let me not be sacrificed.
QUEEN
Be sacrificed! I need no more. Arise!
'Tis a hard fortune to be sacrificed.
I do believe you. Rise. And is it long
Since you rejected Gomez' suit?
EBOLI
Some months —
Before Prince Carlos came from Alcala.
OLIVAREZ
Why, methinks,
Your majesty, since kings have ruled in Spain,
It hath been still the custom for the court
To pass the summer months alternately
Here and at Pardo, – in Madrid, the winter.
QUEEN
Well, I suppose it has! Duchess, you know
I've long resigned all argument with you.
MONDECAR
Next month Madrid will be all life and bustle.
They're fitting up the Plaza Mayor now,
And we shall have rare bull-fights; and, besides,
A grand auto da fe is promised us.
QUEEN
Promised? This from my gentle Mondecar!
MONDECAR
Why not? 'Tis only heretics they burn!
QUEEN
I hope my Eboli thinks otherwise!
EBOLI
What, I? I beg your majesty may think me
As good a Christian as the marchioness.
QUEEN
Alas! I had forgotten where I am, —
No more of this! We were speaking, I think,
About the country? And methinks this month
Has flown away with strange rapidity.
I counted on much pleasure, very much,
From our retirement here, and yet I have not
Found that which I expected. Is it thus
With all our hopes? And yet I cannot say
One wish of mine is left ungratified.
OLIVAREZ
You have not told us, Princess Eboli,
If there be hope for Gomez, – and if we may
Expect ere long to greet you as his bride?
QUEEN
True – thank you, duchess, for reminding me!
[Addressing the PRINCESS.
I have been asked to urge his suit with you.
But can I do it? The man whom I reward
With my sweet Eboli must be a man
Of noble stamp indeed.
OLIVAREZ
And such he is,
A man of mark and fairest fame, – a man
Whom our dear monarch signally has graced
With his most royal favor.
QUEEN
He's happy in
Such high good fortune; but we fain would know,
If he can love, and win return of love.
This Eboli must answer.
EBOLI (stands speechless and confused, her eyes bent on the ground; at last she falls at the QUEEN's feet)
Gracious queen!
Have pity on me! Let me – let me not, —
For heaven's sake, let me not be sacrificed.
QUEEN
Be sacrificed! I need no more. Arise!
'Tis a hard fortune to be sacrificed.
I do believe you. Rise. And is it long
Since you rejected Gomez' suit?
EBOLI
Some months —
Before Prince Carlos came from Alcala.
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