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SCENE III. - 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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Elizabeth, Eboli, RodrigoandPhilip.
(Entering, and throwing herself at theKing’sfeet).
Justice, sire, I implore,
I’ve faith in the King’s loyalty.
Unworthily am I treated in this thy court,
Outraged am I by unknown, worthless enemies!
The casket wherein my precious jewels I kept,
With other matters, e’en yet dearer to me,
Hath been most shamefully taken from me.
Justice do I claim from thy dread sovereign power!
(The King slowly rises, approaches the table, takes from it a casket, and presents it to the Queen.)
Methinks the object of thy search is here!
Wilt please to open it?
(Elizabethby a gesture refuses.)
Be it so; I then myself will open it!
(Breaking open the casket).
With fear I die!
The portrait of Don Carlos!
Why art thou speechless?
Among thy jewels?
What? Thou darest confess all to me?
Yes I dare! yes!
As thou well knowest, once I have been
To your son betrothed!
And now I humbly belong to God,
I am as immaculate as a lily!
And now the honor of Elizabeth is doubted!
They doubt me. . . and he who insults me is the King!
Thou speakest too boldly!
Thou thinkest me weak, and seem to mistrust me;
The weakness in me can change to violence.
Thou wilt tremble then, for me!
What is my error?
Perjury! since thou hast disgraced me,
Thou hast betrayed me,
I swear it, I swear it, before God!
I will shed blood!
I pity thee!. . .
Ah! the pity of an adulterous consort!
(Throwing open the doors at back).
Attend to the Queen!
(Terrified on beholding the fainting Queen).
Oh, heaven! what is’t I see!
(The King, after a moment’s hesitation, withdraws.Rodrigofollows him with a resolute gesture.Eboliremains with the Queen.)