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Now pardon me, my liege; 'tis not my wont To send my ladies, who have served me still With smiling cheerfulness, away in tears. Here, Mondecar. You have displeased the king, Not me. Take this remembrance of my favor, And of this hour. I'd have you quit the kingdom. You have only erred in Spain. In my dear France, All men are glad to wipe such tears away. And must I ever be reminded thus?
The QUEEN, DUCHESS OF OLIVAREZ, PRINCESS OF EBOLI, and MARCHIONESS OF MONDECAR, all advancing from the avenue. 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.
And dare I venture To interpret thee, as fain I would? He'd find Forgiveness, then, if now he should appear. Now, marquis, now? What do you mean by this? MARQUIS. Might he, then, hope? QUEEN. You terrify me, marquis. Surely he will not MARQUIS. He is here already. The QUEEN, CARLOS, MARQUIS POSA, MARCHIONESS MONDECAR. The two latter go towards the avenue.
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!
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! The QUEEN, PRINCESS EBOLI, MARCHIONESS OF MONDECAR, and MARQUIS OF POSA. QUEEN. I bid you welcome, sir, to Spanish ground!
MARQUIS. Nay, the rest Is very sad and to recall it sets My sorrow fresh abroach. Spare me the sequel. Surely the time is come to see my daughter, I prithee, princess, bring her to me now! The QUEEN opens the letters, and appears surprised. The MARQUIS talks with MARCHIONESS MONDECAR. The QUEEN having read the letters, turns to the MARQUIS with a penetrating look.
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.
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.
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.
You found the queen deserted by her ladies, With looks confused alone, within a bower, KING. Proceed. What further have I yet to hear? ALVA. The Marchioness of Mondecar was banished Because she boldly sacrificed herself To save the queen! It has been since discovered She did no more than she had been commanded. Prince Carlos had been there. The prince! What more?
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