R.D. Boylan - Don Carlos (Act 3 Scene 2) lyrics

The KING, COUNT LERMA. LERMA (surprised at seeing the KING). Does not your majesty feel well? KING. The left Pavilion of the palace was in flames: Did you not hear the alarum? LERMA. No, my liege. KING. No! What? And did I only dream it then? 'Twas surely real! Does not the queen sleep there? LERMA. She does, your majesty. KING. This dream affrights me! In future let the guards be doubled there As soon as it grows dark. Dost hear? And yet Let it be done in secret. I would not—— Why do you gaze on me? LERMA. Your bloodshot eyes, I mark, that beg repose. Dare I remind My liege of an inestimable life, And of your subjects, who with pale dismay Would in such features read of restless nights? But two brief hours of morning sleep would—— KING (with troubled look). Shall I find sleep within the Escurial? Let the king sleep, and he may lose his crown, The husband, his wife's heart. But no! not so; This is but slander. Was it not a woman Whispered the crime to me? Woman, thy name Is calumny? The deed I'll hold unproved, Until a man confirms the fatal truth!   [To the pages, who in the meanwhile have awaked. Summon Duke Alva!   [Pages go. Count, come nearer to me.   [Fixes a searching look on the COUNT. Is all this true? Oh for omniscience now, Though but so long as a man's pulse might beat. Is it true? Upon your oath! Am I deceived? LERMA. My great, my best of kings! KING (drawing back). King! naught but king! And king again! No better answer than Mere hollow echo! When I strike this rock For water, to a**uage my burning thirst, It gives me molten gold. LERMA. What true, my liege? KING. Oh, nothing, nothing! Leave me! Get thee gone!   [The COUNT going, the KING calls him back again. Say, are you married? and are you a father? LERMA. I am, your majesty. KING. What! married—yet You dare to watch a night here with your king! Your hair is gray, and yet you do not blush To think your wife is honest. Get thee home; You'll find her locked, this moment, in your son's Incestuous embrace. Believe your king. Now go; you stand amazed; you stare at me With searching eye, because of my gray hairs. Unhappy man, reflect. Queens never taint Their virtue thus: doubt it, and you shall die! LERMA (with warmth). Who dare do so? In all my monarch's realms Who has the daring hardihood to breathe Suspicion on her angel purity? To slander thus the best of queens—— KING. The best! The best, from you, too! She has ardent friends, I find, around. It must have cost her much— More than methinks she could afford to give. You are dismissed; now send the duke to me. LERMA. I hear him in the antechamber.   [Going. KING (with a milder tone). Count, What you observed is very true. My head Burns with the fever of this sleepless night! What I have uttered in this waking dream, Mark you, forget! I am your gracious king!   [Presents his hand to kiss. Exit LERMA, opening the door at the same time to DUKE ALVA.