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_Don John. _ By Heaven, more bright than planets are:
Her beauty's force might even their power out-do.

_King. _ Nay, she's as false, and as unconstant too.
O Austria, that a form so outward bright
Should be within all dark and ugly night!
For she, to whom I'd dedicated all
My love, that dearest jewel of my soul,
Takes from its shrine the precious relic down,
To adorn a little idol of her own,--
My son! that rebel both to Heaven and me!
Oh, the distracting throes of jealousy!
But as a drowning wretch, just like to sink,
Seeing him that threw him in upon the brink,
At the third plunge lays hold upon his foe,
And tugs him down into destruction too;
So thou, from whom these miseries I've known,
Shalt bear me out again, or with me drown.

[_Seizes roughly_ on RUY-GOMEZ.

_Ruy-Gom. _ My loyalty will teach me how to wait
All the successes of my sovereign's fate.
What is't, great sir, you would command me?

_King. _ How!
What is't? --I know not what I'd have thee do:
Study revenge for me, 'tis that I want.

_Don John. _ Alas! what frenzy does your temper haunt?
Revenge! on whom?

_King. _ On my false queen and son.

_Ruy-Gom. _ On them! good Heaven! what is't that they have done?
Oh, had my tongue been cursed, ere it had bred
This jealousy! [_Half aside. _

_King. _ Then cancel what thou'st said.
Didst thou not tell me that thou saw'st him stand
Printing soft vows and kisses on her hand,
Whilst in requital she such glances gave,
Would quicken a dead lover in his grave?

_Ruy-Gom. _ I did; and what less could the queen allow
To him than you to every vassal show?
The affording him that little from love's store
Implied that she for you reserved much more.

_King. _ Oh, doubtless, she must have a wondrous store
Of love, that sells it at a rate so poor.
Now thou'dst rebate[12] my passion with advice;
And, when thou shouldst be active, wouldst be wise.
No, lead me where I may their incest see--
Do, or by Heaven--do, and I'll worship thee!
Oh, how my passions drive me to and fro!
Under their heavy weight I yield and bow.
But I'll re-gather yet my strength, and stand
Brandishing all my thunder in my hand.

_M. of Posa. _ And may it be sent forth, and where it goes
Light fatally and heavy on your foes!
But let your loyal son and consort bear
No ill, since they of any guiltless are.
Here with my sword defiance I proclaim
To that bold traitor that dares wrong their fame.

_Don John. _ I too dare with my life their cause make good.

_King. _ Sure well their innocence you've understood,
That you so prodigal are of your blood.
Or wouldst thou speak me comfort? I would find
'Mongst all my counsellors at least one kind.
Yet any thing like that I must not hear;
For so my wrongs I should too tamely bear,
And weakly grow my own mean flatterer.
Posa, withdraw--[_Exit_ Marquis of POSA. ]--My lords, all this
you've heard.

_Ruy-Gom. _ Yes, I observed it, sir, with strict regard:
The young lord's friendship was too great to hide.

_King. _ Is he then so to my false son allied?
I am environed every way, and all
My fate's unhappy engines plot my fall.
Like Cæsar in the senate, thus I stand,
Whilst ruin threatened him on every hand.
From each side he had warning he must die;
Yet still he braved his fate, and so will I.
To strive for ease would but add more to pain:
As streams that beat against their banks in vain,
Retreating, swell into a flood again.
No, I'll do things the world shall quake to hear;
My just revenge so true a stamp shall bear,
As henceforth Heaven itself shall emulate,
And copy all its vengeance out by that.
All but Ruy-Gomez I must have withdrawn,
I've something to discourse with him alone.

[_Exeunt_ Don JOHN _and_ Attendants.

Now, Gomez, on thy truth depends thy fate;
Thou'st wrought my sense of wrong to such a height,
Within my breast it will no longer stay,
But grows each minute till it force its way.
I would not find myself at last deceived.

_Ruy-Gom. _ Nor would I 'gainst your reason be believed.
Think, sir, your jealousy to be but fear
Of losing treasures which you hold so dear.
Your queen and son may yet be innocent:
I know but what they did, not what they meant.

_King. _ Meant! what should looks, and sighs, and pressings mean?
No, no; I need not hear it o'er again.
No repetitions--something must be done.
Now there's no ill I know that I would shun.
I'll fly, till them I've in their incest found,
Full charged with rage, and with my vengeance hot,
Like a grenado from a cannon shot,
Which lights at last upon the enemy's ground,
Then, breaking, deals destruction all around. [_Exit. _

_Ruy-Gom. _ So, now his jealousy is at the top,
Each little blast will serve to keep it up.
But stay; there's something I've omitted yet;--
Posa's my enemy; and true, he's great.
Alas! I'm armed 'gainst all that he can do;
For my snare's large enough to hold him too:
Yet I'll disguise that purpose for a while;
But when he with the rest is caught i' the toil,
I'll boldly out, and wanton in the spoil.

_Re-enter_ Marquis of POSA.

_M. of Posa. _ My lord Ruy-Gomez! and the king not here!
You, who so eminent a favourite are
In a king's eye, should ne'er be absent thence.

_Ruy-Gom. _ No, sir, 'tis you that by a rising prince
Are cherished, and so tread a safer way,
Rich in that bliss the world waits to enjoy.

_M. of Posa. _ Since what may bless the world we ought to prize,
I wish there were no public enemies;
No lurking serpents poison to dispense,
Nor wolves to prey on noble innocence;
No flatterers, that with royal goodness sport,
Those stinking weeds that overrun a court.

_Ruy-Gom. _ Nay, if good wishes anything could do,
I have as earnest wishes, sir, as you:
That though perhaps our king enjoys the best
Of power, yet may he still be doubly blest.
May he--

_M. of Posa. _ Nay, Gomez, you shall ne'er outdo me there;
Since for great Philip's good I would you were,
If possible, more honest than you are.

_Ruy-Gom. _ Why, Posa; what defect can you discern?

_M. of Posa. _ Nay, half your mysteries I'm yet to learn
Though this I'll boldly justify to all,--
That you contrive a generous prince's fall. [RUY-GOMEZ _smiles_.
Nay, think not by your smiles and careless port
To laugh it off; I come not here to sport;
I do not, sir.

_Ruy-Gom. _ Young lord, what meaning has
This heat?

_M. of Posa. _ To let you see I know you're base.

_Ruy-Gom. _ Nay, then, I pardon ask that I did smile:
By Heaven, I thought you'd jested all this while.
Base!

_M. of Posa. _ Yes, more base than impotent or old.
All virtue in thee, like thy blood, runs cold:
Thy rotten putrid carcass is less full
Of rancour and contagion than thy soul.
Even now before the king I saw it plain;
But duty in that presence awed me then;
Yet there I dared thy treason with my sword:
But still
Thy villany talked all; courage had not a word.
True, thou art old; yet, if thou hast a friend,
To whom thy cursèd cause thou darest commend;
'Gainst him in public I'll the innocence
Maintain of the fair queen and injured prince.

_Ruy-Gom. _ Farewell, bold champion!
Learn better how your passions to disguise;
Appear less choleric, and be more wise. [_Exit. _

_M. of Posa. _ How frail is all the glory we design,
Whilst such as these have power to undermine!
Unhappy prince! who mightst have safely stood,
If thou hadst been less great, or not so good.
Why the vile monster's blood did I not shed,
And all the vengeance draw on my own head?
My honour so had had this just defence,--
That I preserved my patron and my prince.

_Enter_ Don CARLOS _and the_ QUEEN.

Brave Carlos--ha! he's here. O sir, take heed;
By an unlucky fate your love is led.
The king--the king your father's jealous grown;
Forgetting her, his queen, or you, his son,
Calls all his vengeance up against you both.

_Don Car. _ Has then the false Ruy-Gomez broke his oath,
And, after all, my innocence betrayed?

_M. of Posa. _ Yes, all his subtlest snares are for you laid.
The king within this minute will be here,
And you are ruined, if but seen with her.
Retire, my lord--

_Queen. _ How! is he jealous grown?
I thought my virtue he had better known.
His unjust doubts have soon found out the way
To make their entry on our marriage day;
For yet he has not known with me a night.
Perhaps his tyranny is his delight;
And to such height his cruelty is grown,
He'd exercise it on his queen and son.
But since, my lord, this time we must obey
Our interest, I beg you would not stay:
Not seeing you, he may to me be just.

_Don Car. _ Should I then leave you, madam?

_Queen. _ Yes, you must.

_Don Car. _ Not then when storms against your virtue rise.
No; since to lose you wretched Carlos dies,
He'll have the honour of it, in your cause.
This is the noblest thing that Fate could do;
She thus abates the rigour of her laws,
Since 'tis some pleasure but to die for you.

_Queen. _ Talk not of death, for that even cowards dare,
When their base fears compel them to despair:
Hope's the far nobler passion of the mind;
Fortune's a mistress that's with caution kind;
Knows that the constant merit her alone,
They who, though she seem froward, yet court on.

_Don Car. _ To wretched minds thus still some comfort gleams,
And angels ease our griefs, though but with dreams.
I have too oft already been deceived,
And the cheat's grown too plain to be believed,
You, madam, bid me go. [_Looking earnestly at the_ QUEEN.

_Queen. _ You must.

_M. of Posa. _ You shall.
Alas! I love you, would not see you fall;
And yet may find some way to evade it all.

_Don Car. _ Thou, Posa, ever wert my truest friend;
I almost wish thou wert not now so kind.
Thou of a thing that's lost tak'st too much care;
And you, fair angel, too indulgent are. [_To the_ QUEEN.
Great my despair; but still my love is higher.
Well--in obedience to you I'll retire;
Though during all the storm I will be nigh,
Where, if I see the danger grow too high,
To save you, madam, I'll come forth and die. [_Exit. _

_Re-enter_ KING _and_ RUY-GOMEZ.

_King. _ Who would have guessed that this had ever been?

[_Seeing the_ Marquis of POSA _and the_ QUEEN

Distraction! where shall my revenge begin?
Why, he's the very bawd to all their sin;
And to disguise it puts on friendship's mask:
But his despatch, Ruy-Gomez, is thy task.
With him pretend some private conference,
And under that disguise seduce him hence;
Then in some place fit for the deed impart
The business, by a poniard to his heart.

_Ruy-Gomez. _ 'Tis done--

_King. _ So, madam! [_Steps to the_ QUEEN.

_Queen. _ By the fury in your eyes,
I understand you're come to tyrannize.
I hear you are already jealous grown,
And dare suspect my virtue with your son.

_King. _ O womankind! thy mysteries who can scan,
Too deep for easy, weak, believing man?
Hold, let me look: indeed you're wondrous fair;
So, on the outside, Sodom's apples were:
And yet within, when opened to the view,
Not half so dangerous or so foul as you.

_Queen.
_ Unhappy, wretched woman that I am!
And you unworthy of a husband's name!
Do you not blush?

_King. _ Yes, madam, for your shame.
Blush, too, my judgment e'er should prove so faint,
To let me choose a devil for a saint.
When first I saw and loved that tempting eye,
The fiend within the flame I did not spy;
But still ran on, and cherished my desires,
For heavenly beams mistook infernal fires;
Such raging fires as you have since thought fit
Alone my son, my son's hot youth should meet.
O vengeance, vengeance!

_Queen. _ Poor ungenerous king!
How mean's the soul from which such thoughts must spring!
Was it for this I did so late submit
To let you whine and languish at my feet;
When with false oaths you did my heart beguile
And proffered all your empire for a smile?
Then, then my freedom 'twas I did resign,
Though you still swore you would preserve it mine.
And still it shall be so, for from this hour
I vow to hate, and never see you more.
Nay, frown not, Philip, for you soon shall know
I can resent and rage as well as you.

_King. _ By hell! her pride's as raging as her lust.
A guard there! seize the queen! [_Enter_ Guard.

_Re-enter_ Don CARLOS; _he intercepts the_ Guards.

_Don Car. _ Hold, sir, be just.
First look on me, whom once you called your son,
A title I was always proud to own.

_King. _ Good Heaven! to merit this what have I done,
That he too dares before my sight appear?

_Don Car. _ Why, sir, where is the cause that I should fear?
Bold in my innocence, I come to know
The reason why you use this princess so.

_King. _ Sure I shall find some way to raise this siege:
He talks as if 'twere for his privilege.
Foul ravisher of all my honour, hence!
But stay! Guards, with the queen secure the prince.
Wherefore in my revenge should I be slow?
Now in my reach, I'll dash them at a blow.

_Re-enter_ Don JOHN of Austria, _with the_ Duchess of
EBOLI, HENRIETTA, _and_ GARCIA.

_Don John. _ I come, great sir, with wonder here, to see
Your rage grow up to this extremity
Against your beauteous queen, and loyal son;
What is't that they to merit chains have done?
Or is't your own wild jealousy alone?

_King. _ O Austria, thy vain inquiry cease,
If thou hast any value for thy peace.
My mighty wrongs so loud an accent bear,
'Twould make thee miserable but to hear.

_Don Car. _ Father,--if I may dare to call you so,
Since now I doubt if I'm your son or no,--
As you have sealed my doom, I may complain.

_King. _ Will then that monster dare to speak again?

_Don Car. _ Yes, dying men should not their thoughts disguise;
And, since you take such joy in cruelties,
Ere of my death the new delight begin,
Be pleased to hear how cruel you have been.
Time was that we were smiled on by our fate,
You not unjust, nor I unfortunate:
Then, then I was your son, and you were glad
To hear my early praise was talked abroad:
Then love's dear sweets you to me would display;
Told me where this rich, beauteous treasure lay,
And how to gain't instructed me the way.
I came, and saw, and loved, and blessed you for't.
But then when love had sealed her to my heart,
You violently tore her from my side:
And, 'cause my bleeding wound I could not hide,
But still some pleasure to behold her took,
You now will have my life but for a look;
Wholly forgetting all the pains I bore,
Your heart with envious jealousy boils o'er,
'Cause I can love no less, and you no more.

_Hen. _ Alas! how can you hear his soft complaint,
And not your hardened, stubborn heart relent?
Turn, sir; survey that comely, awful man,
And to my prayers be cruel if you can.

_King. _ Away, deluder! who taught thee to sue?

_D. of Eboli. _ Loving the queen, what is't she less can do
Than lend her aid against the dreadful storm?

_King. _ Why, can the devil dwell too in that form?
This is their little engine by the bye,
A scout to watch and tell when danger's nigh.
Come, pretty sinner, thou'lt inform me all,
How, where, and when; nay, do not fear--you shall.

_Hen. _ Ah, sir, unkind! [_Kneels. _

_King. _ Now hold thy siren's tongue:
Who would have thought there was a witch so young?

_Don John. _ Can you to suing beauty stop your ears?

[_Raises up_ HENRIETTA
_and makes his address to her_.

Heaven lays its thunder by, and gladly hears,
When angels are become petitioners.

_D. of Eboli. _ Ha! what makes Austria so officious there?
That glance seems as it sent his heart to her.

[_Aside to_ GARCIA.

_Don Car. _ A banquet then of blood since you design,
Yet you may satisfy yourself with mine.
I love the queen, I have confessed, 'tis true:
Proud too to think I love her more than you;
Though she, by Heaven, is clear;--but I indeed
Have been unjust, and do deserve to bleed.
There were no lawless thoughts that I did want,
Which love had power to ask, or beauty grant;
Though I ne'er yet found hopes to raise them on,
For she did still preserve her honour's throne,
And dash the bold aspiring devils down.
If to her cause you do not credit give,
Fondly against your happiness you'll strive;
As some lose Heaven, because they won't believe.

_Queen. _ Whilst, prince, my preservation you design,
Blot not your virtue to add more to mine.
The clearness of my truth I'd not have shown
By any other light besides its own. --
No, sir, he through despair all this has said,
And owns offences which he never made.
Why should you think that I would do you wrong?
Must I needs be unchaste because I'm young?

_King. _ Unconstant wavering heart, why heavest thou so?
I shiver all, and know not what I do.
I who ere now have armies led to fight,
Thought war a sport, and danger a delight,
Whole winter nights stood under Heaven's wide roof,
Daring my foes, now am not beauty-proof.
Oh, turn away those basilisks, thy eyes;
The infection's fatal, and who sees them dies. [_Going away. _

_Queen. _ Oh, do not fly me; I have no design
Upon your life, for you may yet save mine. [_Kneels. _
Or if at last I must my breath submit,
Here take it, 'tis an offering at your feet:
Will you not look on me, my dearest lord?

_King. _ Why? wouldst thou live?

_Queen. _ Yes, if you'll say the word.

_Don Car. _ O Heaven! how coldly and unmoved he sees
A praying beauty prostrate on her knees!
Rise, madam-- [_Steps to take her up. _

_King. _ Bold encroacher, touch her not:
Into my breast her glances thick are shot.
Not true! --Stay, let me see--by Heaven, thou art--

[_Looks earnestly on her. _

A false vile woman--O my foolish heart!
I give thee life: but from this time refrain,
And never come into my sight again:
Be banished ever.

_Queen. _ This you must not do,
At least till I've convinced you I am true.
Grant me but so much time; and, when that's done,
If you think fit, for ever I'll be gone.

_King. _ I've all this while been angry, but in vain:
She heats me first, then strokes me tame again.
Oh, wert thou true, how happy should I be!
Think'st thou that I have joy to part with thee?
No, all my kingdom for the bliss I'd give--
Nay, though it were not so--but to believe.
Come, for I can't avoid it, cheat me quite!

_Queen. _ I would not, sir, deceive you if I might.
But if you'll take my oaths, by all above,
'Tis you, and only you, that I will love.

_King. _ Thus as a mariner that sails along,
With pleasure hears the enticing siren's song,
Unable quite his strong desires to bound,
Boldly leaps in, though certain to be drowned,--
Come to my bosom then, make no delay; [_Takes her in his arms. _
My rage is hushed, and I have room for joy.

_Queen. _ Again you'll think that I unjust will prove.

_King. _ No, thou art all o'er truth, and I all love.
Oh that we might for ever thus remain
In folded arms, and never part again!

_Queen. _ Command me anything, and try your power.

_King. _ Then from this minute ne'er see Carlos more. --
Thou slave, that darest do ill with such a port,
For ever here I banish thee my court.
Within some cloister lead a private life,
That I may love and rule without this strife.
Here, Eboli, receive her to thy charge:
The treasure's precious, and the trust is large.
Whilst I, retiring hence, myself make fit
To wait for joys which are too fierce to meet. [_Exit. _

_Don Car. _ My exile from his presence I can bear
With pleasure: but, no more to look on her!
Oh, 'tis a dreadful curse I cannot bear.
No, madam, all his power shall nothing do:
I'll stay and take my banishment from you.
Do you command me, see how far I'll fly.

_Queen. _ Will Carlos be at last my enemy?
Consider, this submission I have shown,
More to preserve your safety than my own.
Ungratefully you needless ways devise,
To lose a life which I so dearly prize.

_Don Car. _ So now her fortune's made, and I am left
Alone, a naked wanderer to shift. [_Aside. _
Madam, you might have spared the cruelty;

[_To the_ QUEEN.

Blessed with your sight, I was prepared to die.
But now to lose it drives me to despair,
Making me wish to die, and yet not dare.
Well, to some solitary shore I'll roam,
And never more into your presence come,
Since I already find I'm troublesome. [_Going. _

_Queen. _ Stay, sir, yet stay:--you shall not leave me so.

_Don Car. _ Ha!

_Queen. _ I must talk with you before you go.
O Carlos, how unhappy is our state!
How foul a game was played us by our fate!
Who promised fair when we did first begin,
Till envying to see us like to win,
Straight fell to cheat, and threw the false lot in.
My vows to you I now remember all.

_Don Car. _ O madam, I can hear no more. [_Kneels. _

_Queen. _ You shall;-- [_Kneels too. _
For I can't choose but let you know that I,
If you'll resolve on't, yet will with you die.

_Don Car. _ Sure nobler gallantry was never known!
Good Heaven! this blessing is too much for one:
No, 'tis enough for me to die alone.
My father, all my foes, I now forgive.

_Queen. _ Nay, sir, by all our loves I charge you live.
But to what country wheresoe'er you go,
Forget not me, for I'll remember you.

_Don Car. _ Shall I such virtue and such charms forget?
No, never!

_Queen. _ Oh that we had never met,
But in our distant climates still been free!
I might have heard of you, and you of me:
So towards happiness more safely moved,
And never been thus wretched, yet have loved.
What makes you look so wildly? Why d'ye start?

_Don Car. _ A faint cold damp is thickening round my heart.

_Queen. _ What shall we do?