Don Carlos
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Where have I laid my lute? I must not seem to wait for him. My song Shall be a signal to him.
SCENE VIII
The PRINCESS, DON CARLOS.
The PRINCESS has thrown herself upon an ottoman, and plays.
CARLOS (rushes in; he recognizes the PRINCESS, and stands thunderstruck) Gracious Heaven! Where am I?PRINCESS (lets her lute fall, and meeting him) What? Prince Carlos! yes, in truth.CARLOS Where am I? Senseless error; I have missed The right apartment.PRINCESS With what dexterous skill Carlos contrives to hit the very room Where ladies sit alone!CARLOS Your pardon, princess! I found – I found the antechamber open.PRINCESS Can it be possible? I fastened it Myself; at least I thought so —CARLOS Ay! you thought, You only thought so; rest assured you did not. You meant to lock it, that I well believe: But most assuredly it was not locked. A lute's sweet sounds attracted me, some hand Touched it with skill; say, was it not a lute?[Looking round inquiringly.
Yes, there it lies, and Heaven can bear me witness I love the lute to madness. I became All ear, forgot myself in the sweet strain, And rushed into the chamber to behold The lovely eyes of the divine musician Who charmed me with the magic of her tones.PRINCESS Innocent curiosity, no doubt! But it was soon appeased, as I can prove. [After a short silence, significantly. I must respect the modesty that has, To spare a woman's blushes, thus involved Itself in so much fiction.CARLOS (with sincerity) Nay, I feel I but augment my deep embarrassment, In vain attempt to extricate myself. Excuse me for a part I cannot play. In this remote apartment, you perhaps Have sought a refuge from the world, to pour The inmost wishes of your secret heart Remote from man's distracting eye. By me, Unhappy that I am, your heavenly dreams Are all disturbed, and the atonement now Must be my speedy absence.[Going.
PRINCESS (surprised and confused, but immediately recovering herself) Oh! that step Were cruel, prince, indeed!CARLOS Princess, I feel What such a look in such a place imports: This virtuous embarrassment has claims To which my manhood never can be deaf. Woe to the wretch whose boldness takes new fire From the pure blush of maiden modesty! I am a coward when a woman trembles.PRINCESS Is't possible? – such noble self-control In one so young, and he a monarch's son! Now, prince, indeed you shall remain with me, It is my own request, and you must stay. Near such high virtue, every maiden fear Takes wing at once; but your appearance here Disturbed me in a favorite air, and now Your penalty shall be to hear me sing it.CARLOS (sits down near the PRINCESS, not without reluctance) A penalty delightful as the sin! And sooth to say, the subject of the song Was so divine, again and yet again I'd gladly hear it.PRINCESS What! you heard it all? Nay, that was too bad, prince. It was, I think, A song of love.CARLOS And of successful love, If I mistake not – dear delicious theme From those most beauteous lips – but scarce so true, Methinks, as beautiful.PRINCESS What! not so true? Then do you doubt the tale?CARLOS I almost doubt That Carlos and the Princess Eboli, When they discourse on such a theme as love, May not quite understand each other's hearts.[The PRINCESS starts; he observes it, and continues with playful gallantry.
Who would believe those rosy-tinted cheeks Concealed a heart torn by the pangs of love. Is it within the range of wayward chance That the fair Princess Eboli should sigh Unheard – unanswered? Love is only known By him who hopelessly persists in love.PRINCESS (with all her former vivacity) Hush! what a dreadful thought! this fate indeed Appears to follow you of all mankind, Especially to-day.[Taking his hand with insinuating interest.
You are not happy,
Dear prince – you're sad! I know too well you suffer, And wherefore, prince? When with such loud appeal The world invites you to enjoy its bliss — And nature on you pours her bounteous gifts, And spreads around you all life's sweetest joys. You, a great monarch's son, and more – far more — E'en in your cradle with such gifts endowed As far eclipsed the splendor of your rank. You, who in those strict courts where women rule, And pass, without appeal, unerring sentence On manly worth and honor, even there Find partial judges. You, who with a look Can prove victorious, and whose very coldness Kindles aflame; and who, when warmed with passion, Can make a paradise, and scatter round The bliss of heaven, the rapture of the gods. The man whom nature has adorned with gifts To render thousands happy, gifts which she Bestows on few – that such a man as this Should know what misery is! Thou, gracious Heaven, That gavest him all those blessings, why deny Him eyes to see the conquests he has made?CARLOS (who has been lost in absence of mind, suddenly recovers himself by the silence of the PRINCESS, and starts up) Charming! inimitable! Princess, sing That passage, pray, again.PRINCESS (looking at him with astonishment)Where, Carlos, were Your thoughts the while?CARLOS (jumps up) By heaven, you do remind me In proper time – I must away – and quickly.PRINCESS (holding him back) Whither away?CARLOS Into the open air. Nay, do not hold me, princess, for I feel As though the world behind me were in flames.PRINCESS (holding him forcibly back) What troubles you? Whence comes these strange, these wild, Unnatural looks? Nay, answer me![CARLOS stops to reflect, she draws him to the sofa to her.
Dear Carlos, You need repose, your blood is feverish. Come, sit by me: dispel these gloomy fancies. Ask yourself frankly can your head explain The tumult of your heart – and if it can — Say, can no knight be found in all the court, No lady, generous as fair, to cure you — Rather, I should have said, to understand you? What, no one?CARLOS (hastily, without thinking) If the Princess Eboli —PRINCESS (delighted, quickly) Indeed!CARLOS Would write a letter for me, a few words Of kindly intercession to my father; — They say your influence is great.PRINCESS Who says so?[Aside.
Ha! was it jealousy that held thee mute!CARLOS Perchance my story is already public. I had a sudden wish to visit Brabant Merely to win my spurs – no more. The king, Kind soul, is fearful the fatigues of war Might spoil my singing!PRINCESS Prince, you play me false! Confess that by this serpent subterfuge You would mislead me. Look me in the face, Deceitful one! and say would he whose thoughts Were only bent on warlike deeds – would he E'er stoop so low as, with deceitful hand, To steal fair ladies' ribbons when they drop, And then – your pardon! hoard them – with such care?[With light action she opens his shirt frill, and seizes a ribbon which is there concealed.
CARLOS (drawing back with amazement) Nay, princess – that's too much – I am betrayed. You're not to be deceived. You are in league With spirits and with demons!PRINCESS Are you then Surprised at this? What will you wager, Carlos But I recall some stories to your heart? Nay, try it with me; ask whate'er you please, And if the triflings of my sportive fancy — The sound half-uttered by the air absorbed — The smile of joy checked by returning gloom — If motions – looks from your own soul concealed Have not escaped my notice – judge if I Can err when thou wouldst have me understand thee?CARLOS Why, this is boldly ventured; I accept The wager, princess. Then you undertake To make discoveries in my secret heart Unknown even to myself.PRINCESS (displeased, but earnestly) Unknown to thee! Reflect a moment, prince! Nay, look around; This boudoir's not the chamber of the queen, Where small deceits are practised with full license. You start, a sudden blush o'erspreads your face. Who is so bold, so idle, you would ask, As to watch Carlos when he deems himself From scrutiny secure? Who was it, then, At the last palace-ball observed you leave The queen, your partner, standing in the dance, And join, with eager haste, the neighboring couple, To offer to the Princess Eboli The hand your royal partner should have claimed? An error, prince, his majesty himself, Who just then entered the apartment, noticed.CARLOS (with ironical smile) His majesty? And did he really so? Of all men he should not have seen it.PRINCESS Nor yet that other scene within the chapel, Which doubtless Carlos hath long since forgotten. Prostrate before the holy Virgin's image, You lay in prayer, when suddenly you heard — 'Twas not your fault – a rustling from behind Of ladies' dresses. Then did Philip's son, A youth of hero courage, tremble like A heretic before the holy office. On his pale lips died the half-uttered prayer. In ecstasy of passion, prince – the scene Was truly touching – for you seized the hand, The blessed Virgin's cold and holy hand, And showered your burning kisses on the marble.CARLOS Princess, you wrong me: that was pure devotion!PRINCESS Indeed! that's quite another thing. Perhaps It was the fear of losing, then, at cards, When you were seated with the queen and me, And you with dexterous skill purloined my glove.[CARLOS starts surprised.
That prompted you to play it for a card?CARLOS What words are these? O Heaven, what have I done?PRINCESS Nothing I hope of which you need repent! How pleasantly was I surprised to find Concealed within the glove a little note, Full of the warmest tenderest romance,CARLOS (interrupting her suddenly) Mere poetry! no more. My fancy teems With idle bubbles oft, which break as soon As they arise – and this was one of them; So, prithee, let us talk of it no more.PRINCESS (leaving him with astonishment, and regarding him for some time at a distance). I am exhausted – all attempts are vain To hold this youth. He still eludes my grasp. [Remains silent a few moments. But stay! Perchance 'tis man's unbounded pride, That thus to add a zest to my delight. Assumes a mask of timid diffidence. 'Tis so.[She approaches the PRINCE again, and looks at him doubtingly.
Explain yourself, prince, I entreat you.
For here I stand before a magic casket, Which all my keys are powerless to unlock.CARLOS As I before you stand.PRINCESS (leaves him suddenly, walks a few steps up and down in silence, apparently lost in deep thought. After a pause, gravely and solemnly) Then thus at last — I must resolve to speak, and Carlos, you Shall be my judge. Yours is a noble nature, You are a prince – a knight – a man of honor. I throw myself upon your heart – protect me Or if I'm lost beyond redemption's power, Give me your tears in pity for my fate.[The PRINCE draws nearer.
A daring favorite of the king demands My hand – his name Ruy Gomez, Count of Silva, The king consents – the bargain has been struck, And I am sold already to his creature.CARLOS (with evident emotion) Sold! you sold! Another bargain, then, Concluded by this royal southern trader!PRINCESS No; but hear all – 'tis not enough that I Am sacrificed to cold state policy, A snare is laid to entrap my innocence. Here is a letter will unmask the saint![CARLOS takes the paper, and without reading it listens with impatience to her recital.
Where Shall I find protection, prince? Till now My virtue was defended by my pride, At length —CARLOS At length you yielded! Yielded? No. For God's sake say not so!PRINCESS Yielded! to whom? Poor piteous reasoning. Weak beyond contempt Your haughty minds, who hold a woman's favor, And love's pure joys, as wares to traffic for! Love is the only treasure on the face Of this wide earth that knows no purchaser Besides itself – love has no price but love. It is the costly gem, beyond all price, Which I must freely give away, or – bury For ever unenjoyed – like that proud merchant Whom not the wealth of all the rich Rialto Could tempt – a great rebuke to kings! to save From the deep ocean waves his matchless pearl, Too proud to barter it beneath its worth!CARLOS (aside) Now, by great heaven, this woman's beautiful.PRINCESS Call it caprice or pride, I ne'er will make Division of my joys. To him, alone, I choose as mine, I give up all forever. One only sacrifice I make; but that Shall be eternal. One true heart alone My love shall render happy: but that one I'll elevate to God. The keen delight Of mingling souls – the kiss – the swimming joys Of that delicious hour when lovers meet, The magic power of heavenly beauty – all Are sister colors of a single ray — Leaves of one single blossom. Shall I tear One petal from this sweet, this lovely flower, With reckless hand, and mar its beauteous chalice? Shall I degrade the dignity of woman, The masterpiece of the Almighty's hand, To charm the evening of a reveller?CARLOS Incredible! that in Madrid should dwell This matchless creature! and unknown to me Until this day.PRINCESS Long since had I forsaken This court – the world – and in some blest retreat Immured myself; but one tie binds me still Too firmly to existence. Perhaps – alas! 'Tis but a phantom – but 'tis dear to me. I love – but am not loved in turn.CARLOS (full of ardor, going towards her) You are! As true as God is throned in heaven! I swear You are – you are unspeakably beloved.PRINCESS You swear it, you! – sure 'twas an angel's voice. Oh, if you swear it, Carlos, I'll believe it. Then I am truly loved!CARLOS (embracing her with tenderness) Bewitching maid, Thou creature worthy of idolatry I stand before thee now all eye, all ear, All rapture and delight. What eye hath seen thee — Under yon heaven what eye could e'er have seen thee, And boast he never loved? What dost thou here In Philip's royal court! Thou beauteous angel! Here amid monks and all their princely train. This is no clime for such a lovely flower — They fain would rifle all thy sweets – full well I know their hearts. But it shall never be — Not whilst I draw life's breath. I fold thee thus Within my arms, and in these hands I'll bear thee E'en through a hell replete with mocking fiends. Let me thy guardian angel prove.PRINCESS (with a countenance full of love) O Carlos! How little have I known thee! and how richly With measureless reward thy heart repays The weighty task of – comprehending thee! [She takes his hand and is about to kiss it.CARLOS (drawing it back) Princess! What mean you?PRINCESS (with tenderness and grace, looking at his hand attentively) Oh, this beauteous hand! How lovely 'tis, and rich! This hand has yet Two costly presents to bestow! – a crown — And Carlos' heart: – and both these gifts perchance Upon one mortal! – both on one – Oh, great And godlike gift-almost too much for one! How if you share the treasure, prince! A queen Knows naught of love – and she who truly loves Cares little for a crown! 'Twere better, prince, Then to divide the treasure – and at once — What says my prince? Have you done so already? Have you in truth? And do I know the blest one?CARLOS Thou shalt. I will unfold myself to thee, To thy unspotted innocence, dear maid, Thy pure, unblemished nature. In this court Thou art the worthiest – first – the only one To whom this soul has stood revealed. Then, yes! I will not now conceal it – yes, I love!PRINCESS Oh, cruel heart! Does this avowal prove So painful to thee? Must I first deserve Thy pity – ere I hope to win thy love?CARLOS (starting) What say'st thou?PRINCESS So to trifle with me, prince! Indeed it was not well – and to deny The key —CARLOS The key! the key! Oh yes, 'tis so![After a dead silence.
I see it all too plainly! Gracious heaven![His knees totter, he leans against a chair, and covers his face with his hands. A long silence on both sides.
The PRINCESS screams and falls.PRINCESS Oh, horrible! What have I done!CARLOS Hurled down So far from all my heavenly joys! 'Tis dreadful!PRINCESS (hiding her face in the cushion) Oh, God! What have I said?CARLOS (kneeling before her) I am not guilty. My passion – an unfortunate mistake — By heaven, I am not guilty —PRINCESS (pushing him from her) Out of my sight, For heaven's sake!CARLOS No, I will not leave thee thus. In this dread anguish leave thee —PRINCESS (pushing him forcibly away) Oh, in pity — For mercy's sake, away – out of my sight! Wouldst thou destroy me? How I hate thy presence![CARLOS going.
Give, give me back the letter and the key. Where is the other letter?CARLOS The other letter?PRINCESS That from the king, to me —CARLOS (terrified) From whom?PRINCESS The one I just now gave you.CARLOS From the king! To you!PRINCESS Oh, heavens, how dreadfully have I Involved myself! The letter, sir! I must Have it again.CARLOS The letter from the king! To you!PRINCESS The letter! give it, I implore you By all that's sacred! give it.CARLOS What, the letter That will unmask the saint! Is this the letter?PRINCESS Now I'm undone! Quick, give it me —CARLOS The letter —PRINCESS (wringing her hands in despair) What have I done? O dreadful, dire imprudence!CARLOS This letter comes, then, from the king! Princess, That changes all indeed, and quickly, too. This letter is beyond all value – priceless! All Philip's crowns are worthless, and too poor To win it from my hands. I'll keep this letter.PRINCESS (throwing herself prostrate before him as he is going) Almighty Heaven! then I am lost forever.[Exit CARLOS.
SCENE IX
The PRINCESS alone.
She seems overcome with surprise, and is confounded.
After CARLOS' departure she hastens to call him back.
PRINCESS Prince, but one word! Prince, hear me. He is gone. And this, too, I am doomed to bear – his scorn! And I am left in lonely wretchedness, Rejected and despised![Sinks down upon a chair. After a pause
And yet not so; I'm but displaced – supplanted by some wanton. He loves! of that no longer doubt is left; He has himself confessed it – but my rival — Who can she be? Happy, thrice happy one! This much stands clear: he loves where he should not. He dreads discovery, and from the king He hides his guilty passion! Why from him Who would so gladly hail it? Or, is it not The father that he dreads so in the parent? When the king's wanton purpose was disclosed, His features glowed with triumph, boundless joy Flashed in his eyes, his rigid virtue fled; Why was it mute in such a cause as this? Why should he triumph? What hath he to gain If Philip to his queen —[She stops suddenly, as if struck by a thought, then drawing hastily from her bosom the ribbon which she had taken from CARLOS, she seems to recognize it.
Fool that I am! At length 'tis plain. Where have my senses been? My eyes are opened now. They loved each other Long before Philip wooed her, and the prince Ne'er saw me but with her! She, she alone Was in his thoughts when I believed myself The object of his true and boundless love. O matchless error! and have I betrayed My weakness to her?[Pauses.
Should his love prove hopeless? Who can believe it? Would a hopeless love Persist in such a struggle? Called to revel In joys for which a monarch sighs in vain! A hopeless love makes no such sacrifice. What fire was in his kiss! How tenderly He pressed my bosom to his beating heart! Well nigh the trial had proved dangerous To his romantic, unrequited passion! With joy he seized the key he fondly thought The queen had sent: – in this gigantic stride Of love he puts full credence – and he comes — In very truth comes here – and so imputes To Philip's wife a deed so madly rash. And would he so, had love not made him bold? 'Tis clear as day – his suit is heard – she loves! By heaven, this saintly creature burns with passion; How subtle, too, she is! With fear I trembled Before this lofty paragon of virtue! She towered beside me, an exalted being, And in her beams I felt myself eclipsed; I envied her the lovely, cloudless calm, That kept her soul from earthly tumults free. And was this soft serenity but show? Would she at both feasts revel, holding up Her virtue's godlike splendor to our gaze, And riot in the secret joys of vice? And shall the false dissembler cozen thus, And win a safe immunity from this That no avenger comes? By heavens she shall not! I once adored her, – that demands revenge: — The king shall know her treachery – the king![After a pause.
'Tis the sure way to win the monarch's ear![ExitSCENE X
A chamber in the royal palace.
DUKE OF ALVA, FATHER DOMINGO.
DOMINGO Something to tell me!ALVA Ay! a thing of moment, Of which I made discovery to-day, And I would have your judgment on it.DOMINGO How! Discovery! To what do you allude?ALVA Prince Carlos and myself this morning met In the queen's antechamber. I received An insult from him – we were both in heat — The strife grew loud – and we had drawn our swords. Alarmed, from her apartments rushed the queen. She stepped between us, – with commanding eye Of conscious power, she looked upon the prince. 'Twas but a single glance, – but his arm dropped, He fell upon my bosom – gave me then A warm embrace, and vanished.DOMINGO (after a pause) This seems strange. It brings a something to my mind, my lord! And thoughts like these I own have often sprung Within my breast; but I avoid such fancies — To no one have I e'er confided them. There are such things as double-edged swords And untrue friends, – I fear them both. 'Tis hard to judge among mankind, but still more hard To know them thoroughly. Words slipped at random Are confidants offended – therefore I Buried my secret in my breast, till time Should drag it forth to light. 'Tis dangerous To render certain services to kings. They are the bolts, which if they miss the mark, Recoil upon the archer! I could swear Upon the sacrament to what I saw. Yet one eye-witness – one word overheard — A scrap of paper – would weigh heavier far Than my most strong conviction! Cursed fate That we are here in Spain!ALVA And why in Spain?DOMINGO There is a chance in every court but this For passion to forget itself, and fall. Here it is warned by ever-wakeful laws. Our Spanish queens would find it hard to sin — And only there do they meet obstacles, Where best 'twould serve our purpose to surprise them.ALVA But listen further: Carlos had to-day An audience of the king; the interview Lasted an hour, and earnestly he sought The government of Flanders for himself. Loudly he begged, and fervently. I heard him In the adjoining cabinet. His eyes Were red with tears when I encountered him. At noon he wore a look of lofty triumph, And vowed his joy at the king's choice of me. He thanked the king. "Matters are changed," he said, "And things go better now." He's no dissembler: How shall I reconcile such contradictions? The prince exults to see himself rejected, And I receive a favor from the king With marks of anger! What must I believe? In truth this new-born dignity doth sound Much more like banishment than royal favor!DOMINGO And is it come to this at last? to this? And has one moment crumbled into dust What cost us years to build? And you so calm, So perfectly at ease! Know you this youth? Do you foresee the fate we may expect Should he attain to power? The prince! No foe Am I of his. Far other cares than these Gnaw at my rest – cares for the throne – for God, And for his holy church! The royal prince — (I know him, I can penetrate his soul), Has formed a horrible design, Toledo! The wild design – to make himself the regent, And set aside our pure and sacred faith. His bosom glows with some new-fangled virtue, Which, proud and self-sufficient, scorns to rest For strength on any creed. He dares to think! His brain is all on fire with wild chimeras; He reverences the people! And is this A man to be our king?ALVA Fantastic dreams! No more. A boy's ambition, too, perchance To play some lofty part! What can he less? These thoughts will vanish when he's called to rule.DOMINGO I doubt it! Of his freedom he is proud, And scorns those strict restraints all men must bear Who hope to govern others. Would he suit Our throne? His bold gigantic mind Would burst the barriers of our policy. In vain I sought to enervate his soul In the loose joys of this voluptuous age. He stood the trial. Fearful is the spirit That rules this youth; and Philip soon will see His sixtieth year.ALVA Your vision stretches far!DOMINGO He and the queen are both alike in this. Already works, concealed in either breast, The poisonous wish for change and innovation. Give it but way, 'twill quickly reach the throne. I know this Valois! We may tremble for The secret vengeance of this quiet foe If Philip's weakness hearken to her voice! Fortune so far hath smiled upon us. Now We must anticipate the foe, and both Shall fall together in one fatal snare. Let but a hint of such a thing be dropped Before the king, proved or unproved, it reeks not! Our point is gained if he but waver. We Ourselves have not a doubt; and once convinced, 'Tis easy to convince another's mind. Be sure we shall discover more if we Start with the faith that more remains concealed.ALVA But soft! A vital question! Who is he Will undertake the task to tell the king?DOMINGO Nor you, nor I! Now shall you learn, what long My busy spirit, full of its design, Has been at work with, to achieve its ends. Still is there wanting to complete our league A third important personage. The king Loves the young Princess Eboli – and I Foster this passion for my own designs. I am his go-between. She shall be schooled Into our plot. If my plan fail me not, In this young lady shall a close ally — A very queen, bloom for us. She herself Asked me, but now, to meet her in this chamber. I'm full of hope. And in one little night A Spanish maid may blast this Valois lily.ALVA What do you say! Can I have heard aright? By Heaven! I'm all amazement. Compass this, And I'll bow down to thee, Dominican! The day's our own.DOMINGO Soft! Some one comes: 'tis she — 'Tis she herself!ALVA I'm in the adjoining room If you should —DOMINGO Be it so: I'll call you in.[Exit ALVA.