QUEEN (starts and looks at her with an inquisitive glance)
Have you tried well the grounds of your refusal?
EBOLI (with energy)
It cannot be, my queen, no, never, never, —
For a thousand reasons, never!
QUEEN
One's enough,
You do not love him. That suffices me.
Now let it pass.
[To her other ladies.
I have not seen the Infanta
Yet this morning. Pray bring her, marchioness.
OLIVAREZ (looking at the clock)
It is not yet the hour, your majesty.
QUEEN
Not yet the hour for me to be a mother!
That's somewhat hard. Forget not, then, to tell me
When the right hour does come.
[A page enters and whispers to the first lady, who
thereupon turns to the QUEEN.
OLIVAREZ
The Marquis Posa!
May it please your majesty.
QUEEN
The Marquis Posa!
OLIVAREZ
He comes from France, and from the Netherlands,
And craves the honor to present some letters
Intrusted to him by your royal mother.
QUEEN
Is this allowed?
OLIVAREZ (hesitating)
A case so unforeseen
Is not provided for in my instructions.
When a Castilian grandee, with despatches
From foreign courts, shall in her garden find
The Queen of Spain, and tender them —
QUEEN
Enough! I'll venture, then, on mine own proper peril.
OLIVAREZ
May I, your majesty, withdraw the while?
QUEEN
E'en as you please, good duchess!
[Exit the DUCHESS, the QUEEN gives the PAGE a sign, who thereupon retires.
SCENE IV
The QUEEN, PRINCESS EBOLI, MARCHIONESS OF MONDECAR, and MARQUIS OF POSA.
QUEEN
I bid you welcome, sir, to Spanish ground!
MARQUIS
Ground which I never with so just a pride
Hailed for the country of my sires as now.
QUEEN (to the two ladies)
The Marquis Posa, ladies, who at Rheims
Coped with my father in the lists, and made
My colors thrice victorious; the first
That made me feel how proud a thing it was
To be the Queen of Spain and Spanish men.
[Turning to the MARQUIS.
When we last parted in the Louvre, Sir,
You scarcely dreamed that I should ever be