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And the answer is correct, right and proper; but a codicil should then be added to the effect that the germ of greatness is in every man, but we fall victims of arrested development, and success or society, like a worm i' the bud, feeds on our damask cheek. Philip was nipped in the bud by falling into the protecting shadow of Olivarez.
Exit QUEEN. A long pause. The COUNTESS OLIVAREZ, after some minutes, comes out of the cabinet, into which the QUEEN entered, and finds the PRINCESS still lying in the above posture. She approaches in silence. On hearing a noise, the latter looks up and becomes like a mad person when she misses the QUEEN. EBOLI. Heavens! she has left me. I am now undone! My princess Eboli!
Don Ferdinando Olivarez, to give him his rightful name, concluded his narrative by asking Captain Farmer to land him at Madeira, where he had friends who would supply all his needs, giving him the means to return home to Cadiz, to which port, he said, he must go back for business reasons; besides having to report the loss of his ship, though, as he added with a sigh, he no longer had a "home" there, now that his poor brother was dead, for he was the last of his race!
The fault of that vile fever which affects The nerves so painfully. Is't not, princess? QUEEN. I wished to visit you, dear Eboli, But dared not. OLIVAREZ. Oh! the Princess Eboli Was not in want of company. QUEEN. Why, that I readily believe, but what's the matter? You tremble PRINCESS. Nothing nothing, gracious queen. Permit me to retire.
The Duke of Abuquerque, who at the door of his own palace waylaid and horsewhipped Philip IV., and his minister Olivarez, feigning ignorance of their persons, as the monarch came to pay a nocturnal visit to the Duchess, was not very likely to call in the court painter to take her Grace's portrait.
With a peculiar gift, genius, I think we might say, certainly he is like no one else, and nobody else is like him. Then there is his equestrian portrait of Philip IV., of which you may remember the sketch in the Pitti Gallery, also one of the Duke of Olivarez, fresh, dashing, and spirited.
Yet their finest productions, even the Philip IV., the Conde Duque Olivarez, the Don Balthasar Carlos of the Spaniard, even the two equestrian portraits of Charles I., the Francisco de Moncada, the Prince Thomas of Savoy of the Fleming, are in comparison but magnificent show pieces aiming above all at decorative pomp and an imposing general effect.
But inside, like every Court, it was a den of quibble, quarrel, envy, and the hatred which, tinctured with fear, knocks an anvil-chorus from day-dawn to dark. A thousand people made up the household of Philip the Fourth. Any one of these could be dismissed in an hour the power of Olivarez, the Minister, was absolute. Very naturally there were plottings and counterplottings.
The Spaniard said that his name was Don Ferdinando Olivarez and that he had been the captain and part owner of the barque, which was bound from Cadiz to Havana with a cargo of the wines of Xeres. She had on board, besides, a large quantity of specie, which the Spanish Government were sending out for the payment of the troops in Cuba.
"She was so-called after my poor sister-in-law, the murdered lady whose body you saw in the cabin which proved her tomb Ay que hermosa esta oh, how beautiful she was! She was the wife of my only brother, Don Pedro Olivarez, who died in defending her. Thus his corpse you also beheld. Oh, my friends, he was the noblest, best and bravest brother in the world.
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