Part 286 (1/2)

KING.

Can a reproach, that in my love had birth, Afflict you so? A word so trouble you, Which the most anxious tenderness did prompt?

[He turns towards the GEANDEES.

Here stand the a.s.sembled va.s.sals of my throne.

Did ever sleep descend upon these eyes, Till at the close of the returning day I've pondered, how the hearts of all my subjects Were beating 'neath the furthest cope of heaven?

And should I feel more anxious for my throne Than for the partner of my bosom? No!

My sword and Alva can protect my people, My eye alone a.s.sures thy love.

QUEEN.

My liege, If that I have offended----

KING.

I am called The richest monarch in the Christian world; The sun in my dominions never sets.

All this another hath possessed before, And many another will possess hereafter.

That is mine own. All that the monarch hath Belongs to chance--Elizabeth to Philip.

This is the point in which I feel I'm mortal.

QUEEN.

What fear you, sire?

KING.

Should these gray hairs not fear?

But the same instant that my fear begins It dies away forever.

[To the grandees.

I run over The n.o.bles of my court and miss the foremost.

Where is my son, Don Carlos?

[No one answers.

He begins To give me cause of fear. He shuns my presence Since he came back from school at Alcala.

His blood is hot. Why is his look so cold?

His bearing all so stately and reserved?

Be watchful, duke, I charge you.

ALVA.

So I am: Long as a heart against this corslet beats, So long may Philip slumber undisturbed; And as G.o.d's cherub guards the gates of heaven So doth Duke Alva guard your royal throne.

LERMA.

Dare I, in all humility, presume To oppose the judgment of earth's wisest king?

Too deeply I revere his gracious sire To judge the son so harshly. I fear much From his hot blood, but nothing from his heart.

KING.

Lerma, your speech is fair to soothe the father, But Alva here will be the monarch's s.h.i.+eld-- No more of this.

[Turning to his suite.