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Updated: June 11, 2025
So Philip is a patriot and a sage, glowing with the holy fire of humanity; and as such he even deigns to explain his policy and to enter into a contest of magnanimity with Posa. But the large-hearted monarch of whom we get a glimpse in this scene is soon reduced back to the jealous husband of St. Real, and his jealousy is closely patterned upon that of Othello.
It is just as well, therefore, for him to throw away his scruples and stand boldly on his rights. From a dramaturgic point of view, indeed, the long political altercation between Posa and Philip is out of place; it is magnificent, but it holds up the action to no purpose, and the play goes on as if it had not been.
It is not the good people whose images take hold of one's fancy, What a faint idea one has of Lady Jane Grey, And, in Schiller's 'Don Carlos, I confess the Marquis of Posa never interested me half so keenly as Philip of Spain." "My dear, you are made up of fancies and caprices. Your mind wants balance," said Miss Skipwith, affronted at this frivolity.
CARLOS. Yes, prudent It may be, but you say you've ever known The marquis prove himself a man of honor. LERMA. And if he be so still my fears are harmless, And you become a double gainer, prince. Trebly I gain, upright and worthy man, I gain another friend, nor lose the one Whom I before possessed. MARQUIS POSA comes through the gallery. MARQUIS. Carlos! My Carlos! CARLOS. Who calls me? Ah!
The Egyptian sculptors were more happy in seizing the figure of animals than that of man. These lions of the Capitol are nobly peaceful, and their physiognomy is the true image of tranquillity in strength. "A guisa di leon, quando si posa." "In the manner of the lion, when he reposes."
All that the literature of generations had garnered up; all that lay on the heart of the young Schiller, in the way of fair hopes for mankind to be realized by humane and enlightened rulership, finds here immortal expression through the mouth of Posa. And then what a revulsion in the last two acts!
Here surely one must side with Schiller and never think of criticising him for not making his Posa an exponent of political ideas that belong to a later time. Every age has its dream. Ours is of a people to be made happy by democratic legislation; Schiller's was of a people to be made happy by the personal goodness and enlightenment of the monarch.
One naturally supposes that it does count, and the only way it can count is to create a hopeful situation of which Posa is absolute master.
The MARQUIS falls on one knee before the QUEEN, who signs to him to rise. QUEEN. What are my lord's commands? And may I dare Thus publicly to hear MARQUIS. My business is In private with your royal majesty. The QUEEN, MARQUIS POSA. How! Marquis, dare I trust my eyes? Are you Commissioned to me from the king? MARQUIS. Does this Seem such a wonder to your majesty? To me 'tis otherwise.
Although disgusted with the life I was leading I was unwilling to change it: Simigliante a quella 'nferma Che non puo trovar posa in su le piume, Ma con dar volta suo dolore scherma. Thus I tortured my mind to give it change and I fell into all these vagaries in order to get out of myself.
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