Don Carlos Prince Royal of Spain Author:Friedrich Schiller Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: QUEEN. You look about you. In fearch of whom do your eyes thus wander ? MARQUIS. I was thinking how happy a certain perfon; whom I dare not name, would ... more »be in my place. QUEEN. Wliofe fault is it, that it is not fo ? MARQUIS. (Interrupting her with quicknefs.)—How ? maj, I venture to explain this as I choofe ? Would he find pardon, if he now appeared ? QUEEN. (Agitated.)—How ? how ? What mean you ? MARQUIS. May he hope ?—Dares he ? QUEEN. (With increafing confufion.)—You terrify me, Chevalier—he furely will not. MARQyiS. He is already here. chapter{Section 4SCENE V. The Queen, Don Carlos, Marquis of Posa, Marchionefs o/MoNDECAR. (The two latter re tire toward the avenue.) CARLOS. (Throwing himfejfon his knees before the Queen.)— At length may Carlos touch this deareft hand ! O brighteft moment of my life ! now am I happy ! QJJEEN. Imprudent man ! What a ftep is this ! How- bold, how punifhable ! Rife ! we are difcover'd — my attendants arc at hand. CARLOS. I will not rife — here will I kneel for ever, fix'd by enchantment to this fpof, and rooted fo the earth. Madman ! To what does my indulgence prompt you 1 How. ! know you, that it is your Queen, your mother, to whom this rafh, audacious language is addrefs'd ? Know you ' I will myfelf inform the King. CARLOS. Then I muft die. — Let them, oh ! let them drag p me to the fcaffqld ; one moment's life in Paradife is cheaply purchafed even by death. QJJEEN. And your Queen ? CARLOS. (Rifmg.)-Qh, God ! I go. Yes, I will leave you. Muft I not comply, when you afk thus ? My mother ! O my mother! how terribly you rule me! a look, a gefture, a fingle accent of your heav'nly voice tofies my very foul 'twixt heaven and hell, bids me exift or perifh. What wou...« less