R.D. Boylan - Don Carlos (Act 5 Scene 1) lyrics

  A chamber in the royal palace, separated from a large fore-court   by an iron-barred gate. Sentinels walking up and down. CARLOS   sitting at a table, with his head leaning forward on his arms, as   if he were asleep. In the background of the chamber are some   officers, confined with him. The MARQUIS POSA enters, unobserved   by him, and whispers to the officers, who immediately withdraw.   He himself steps close up to CARLOS, and looks at him for a few   minutes in silent sorrow. At last he makes a motion which awakens   him out of his stupor. CARLOS rises, and seeing the MARQUIS, starts   back. He regards him for some time with fixed eyes, and draws his   hand over his forehead as if he wished to recollect something. MARQUIS. Carlos! 'tie I. CARLOS (gives him his hand). Comest thou to me again? 'Tis friendly of thee, truly. MARQUIS. Here I thought Thou mightest need a friend. CARLOS. Indeed! was that Thy real thought? Oh, joy unspeakable! Right well I knew thou still wert true to me. MARQUIS. I have deserved this from thee. CARLOS. Hast thou not? And now we understand each other fully, It joys my heart. This kindness, this forbearance Becomes our noble souls. For should there be One rash, unjust demand amongst my wishes, Wouldst thou, for that, refuse me what was just? Virtue I know may often be severe, But never is she cruel and inhuman. Oh! it hath cost thee much; full well I know How thy kind heart with bitter anguish bled As thy hands decked the victim for the altar. MARQUIS. What meanest thou, Carlos? CARLOS. Thou, thyself, wilt now Fulfil the joyous course I should have run. Thou wilt bestow on Spain those golden days She might have hoped in vain to win from me. I'm lost, forever lost; thou saw'st it clearly. This fatal love has scattered, and forever, All the bright, early blossoms of my mind. To all the great, exalted hopes I'm dead. Chance led thee to the king—or Providence,— It cost thee but my secret—and at once He was thine own—thou may'st become his angel: But I am lost, though Spain perhaps may flourish. Well, there is nothing to condemn, if not My own mad blindness. Oh, I should have known That thou art no less great than tender-hearted. MARQUIS. No! I foresaw not, I considered not That friendship's generous heart would lead thee on Beyond my worldly prudence. I have erred, My fabric's shattered—I forgot thy heart. CARLOS. Yet, if it had been possible to spare Her fate—oh, how intensely I had thanked thee! Could I not bear the burden by myself? And why must she be made a second victim? But now no more, I'll spare thee this reproach. What is the queen to thee? Say, dost thou love her? Could thy exalted virtue e'er consult The petty interests of my wretched pa**ion? Oh, pardon me! I was unjust—— MARQUIS. Thou art so! But not for this reproach. Deserved I one, I merit all—and then I should not stand Before you as I do.   [He takes out his portfolio. I have some letters To give you back of those you trusted to me. CARLOS (looks first at the letters, then at the MARQUIS, in astonishment). How! MARQUIS. I return them now because they may Prove safer in thy custody than mine. CARLOS. What meanest thou? Has his majesty not read them? Have they not been before him? MARQUIS. What, these letters! CARLOS. Thou didst not show them all, then? MARQUIS. Who has said That ever I showed one? CARLOS (astonished). Can it be so? Count Lerma—— MARQUIS. He! he told thee so! Now all Is clear as day. But who could have foreseen it? Lerma! Oh, no, he hath not learned to lie. 'Tis true, the king has all the other letters. CARLOS (looks at him long with speechless astonishment). But wherefore am I here? MARQUIS. For caution's sake, Lest thou should chance, a second time, to make An Eboli thy confidant. CARLOS (as if waking from a dream). Ha! Now I see it all—all is explained. MARQUIS (goes to the door). Who's there?