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• Argument
• Characters
• Don Carlo (italian Language)
• Atto Primo.
• Scena I.
• Scena II.
• Scena III.
• Scena IV.
• Atto Secondo.
• Parte Prima.
• Scena I.
• Scena II.
• Scena III.
• Parte Seconda.
• Scena I.
• Scena II.
• Scene IV.
• Scena V.
• Scena VI.
• Atto Terzo.
• Parte Prima.
• Scena I.
• Parte Seconda.
• Scena I.
• Atto Quarto.
• Parte Prima.
• Scena I.
• Scena II.
• Scena III.
• Scena IV.
• Parte Seconda.
• Scena I.
• Parte Terza.
• Scena I.
• Scena II.
• Don Carlos (english Language)
• Act First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act Second.
• Part First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Part Second
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act Third.
• Part First.
• Scene I.
• Part Second.
• Scene I.
• Fourth Act.
• Part First
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Part Second.
• Scene I.
• Part Third.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.

SCENE I.

(ThePrincess of Eboli, Theobald,theCountess of Aremberg,Ladies of the Queen, Pages, etc. The ladies are sitting on grass banks around the fountain; a Page is playing on a mandolin.)

Chorus of Ladies.

Under the thick, immense fir,

Which gives shade and quiet

Mild defense to the sacred abode,

Let us seek shelter in the shade

From the fierce rays,

That fall upon us from the sky.

Eboli.

Amid these walls the Queen of Spain,

Alone can penetrate.

What say ye, maidens—till day declining,

Shall we the time with song beguile?

Chorus.

Thy wish, O Princess, thou well know’st is ours;

Sing on, we’ll listen to thy strain.

Eboli (toTheobald).

Hand me thy mandolin.

Unite we then, in song, our voices;

We’ll sing the Saracenic song they call “The Veil.”

To Love they say it is propitious!

Theobald and Chorus.

Sing!

the song of the veil.

(ThePageaccompanies it on the mandolin.)

Eboli.

In the lovely garden of a moorish dwelling,

’Mid the shade and perfume,

Of the laurel blossoms,

Stood the fair Almea closely veiled, alone,

Lost in contemplation of a star unknown.

Mohammed, Moorish king, to the garden came.

Said to her, “I love thee, O charming lady,

Come, the king invites thee,

Realm and throne to share.

For the queen ambitious no more do I care. Ah! Ah!

Eboli and Theobald.

Weave then your veils,

O maidens coy,

Whilst in the heavens

The sun shines bright.

But dearer, far dearer to love is a veil,

When the pale stars do glimmer on high!