Friedrich Schiller - Don Carlos (Act 3 Scene 7) lyrics

The KING enters from his chamber, attired. The former all uncover and make room on both sides, while they form a semicircle round him. Silence. KING (rapidly surveying the whole circle). Be covered, all.   [DON CARLOS and the PRINCE of PARMA approach first and kiss the KING's hand: he turns with friendly mien to the latter, taking no notice of his son. Your mother, nephew, fain Would be informed what favor you have won Here in Madrid. PARMA. That question let her ask When I have fought my maiden battle, sire. KING. Be satisfied; your turn will come at last, When these old props decay.   [To the DUKE OF FERIA. What brings you here? FERIA (kneeling to the KING). The master, sire, of Calatrava's order This morning died. I here return his cross. KING (takes the order and looks round the whole circle). And who is worthiest after him to wear it?   [He beckons to DUKE ALVA, who approaches and bends on one knee. The KING hangs the order on his neck. You are my ablest general! Ne'er aspire To more, and, duke, my favors shall not fail you.   [He perceives the DUKE of MEDINA SIDONIA. My admiral! MEDINA SIDONIA. And here you see, great king, All that remains of the Armada's might, And of the flower of Spain. KING (after a pause). God rules above us! I sent you to contend with men, and not With rocks and storms. You're welcome to Madrid.   [Extending his hand to him to kiss. I thank you for preserving in yourself A faithful servant to me. For as such I value him, my lords; and 'tis my will That you should honor him.   [He motions him to rise and cover himself, then turns to the others. What more remains?   [To DON CARLOS and the PRINCE OF PARMA. Princes, I thank you.   [They retire; the other GRANDEES approach, and kneeling, hand their papers to the KING. He looks over them rapidly, and hands them to DUKE ALVA. Duke, let these be laid Before me in the council. Who waits further?   [No one answers. How comes it that amidst my train of nobles The Marquis Posa ne'er appears? I know This Marquis Posa served me with distinction. Does he still live? Why is he not among you? LERMA. The chevalier is just returned from travel, Completed through all Europe. He is now Here in Madrid, and waits a public day To cast himself before his sovereign's feet. ALVA. The Marquis Posa? Right, he is the same Bold Knight of Malta, sire, of whom renown Proclaims this gallant deed. Upon a summons Of the Grand Master, all the valiant knights Assembled in their island, at that time Besieged by Soliman. This noble youth, Scarce numbering eighteen summers, straightway fled From Alcala, where he pursued his studies, And suddenly arrived at La Valette. "This Cross," he said, "was bought for me; and now To prove I'm worthy of it." He was one Of forty knights who held St. Elmo's Castle, At midday, 'gainst Piali, Ulucciali, And Mustapha, and Ha**em; the a**ault Being thrice repeated. When the castle fell, And all the valiant knights were k**ed around him, He plunged into the ocean, and alone Reached La Valette in safety. Two months after The foe deserts the island, and the knight Returned to end his interrupted studies. FERIA. It was the Marquis Posa, too, who crushed The dread conspiracy in Catalonia; And by his marked activity preserved That powerful province to the Spanish crown. KING. I am amazed! What sort of man is this Who can deserve so highly, yet awake No pang of envy in the breasts of three Who speak his praise? The character he owns Must be of noble stamp indeed, or else A very blank. I'm curious to behold This wondrous man.   [To DUKE ALVA. Conduct him to the council When ma** is over.   [Exit DUKE. The KING calls FERIA. And do you preside Here in my place.   [Exit. FERIA. The king is kind to-day. MEDIA SIDONIA. Call him a god! So he has proved to me! FERIA. You well deserve your fortune, admiral! You have my warmest wishes. ONE OF THE GRANDEES. Sir, and mine. A SECOND. And also mine. A THIRD. My heart exults with joy— So excellent a general! THE FIRST. The king Showed you no kindness, 'twas your strict desert. LERMA (to MEDINA SIDONIA, taking leave). Oh, how two little words have made your fortune!   [Exeunt all.