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SCENE II. - Giuseppe Verdi, Don Carlos: Opera in Four Acts 
Don Carlos: Opera in Four Acts (New York: Fred Rullman, 1920). Metropolitan Opera House, Grand Opera, Libretto.
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Don Carlos (alone).
Fontainebleau, immense and solitary forest,
Whose gardens, those rose scented bowers, that Eden of splendor
Are less prized by Don Carlos than this rude forest,
Where his Elizabeth has smilingly appeared!
I have left the Iberian soil, have left my court,
Defying the tremendous fury of Philip,
That mingling unknown in the train of the royal ambassador,
I may behold her, my beautiful betrothed—
She who when first seen took her throne in my heart,
She who will ever reign over this doting heart.
I saw her and at her smile
The very ground seemed to shine unto light
As a soul in Paradise
She opened to me a dream of hope.
So much joy destined to me,
Overwhelmed my soul with ecstasy.
Heaven smile upon our affection,
Bless this chaste and holy love—
(Starts to followElizabeth,but checks himself and listens attentively. The sound of a horn is heard in the distance and silence ensues.)
The sound of the horn is silent through the forest,
No longer is heard the clamor of the hunters.
The day is dying. All is silent, and the evening star
Glances in the far-off azure space,
How shall I retrace my steps to the royal palace,
And find my way through this dark wood?
Theobald (from within).
What ho there! body guard. Ho! pages of the King.
What voice resounds in the dark forest?
Ho! woodmen come hither.
Carlos (retiring a little).
Oh! what vision of beauty approaches.
Theobald (in terror).
I cannot find the path. Lady take my arm.
I will support you. The night is dark and gloomy
And you tremble with cold.
Let us go further on.
Ah! fatigue overpowers me.
(Carlosappears and bows toElizabeth.)
(Terrified, toDon Carlos)
Heavens! who art thou?
I am a stranger—a Spaniard
Art thou one of the train of Count Lerma, the Spanish ambassador?
Yes, noble lady. And I will be your protector.
(At the back of the scene).
Oh! What joy! I see
The lights of Fontainebleau
I will hasten to lead you to the royal palace.
Go, and be not anxious for my safety.
I am the betrothed of Don Carlos. I have faith
In Spanish honor. Hasten, page, to the castle!
He (pointing toCarlos) knows how to protect the daughter of thy King.
(Carloswith his hand on his sword takes his position by the side ofElizabeth. Theobaldbows and departs.)