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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 IV.

ElizabethandEboli.

Eboli.

(Throwing herself atElizabeth’sfeet).

Pardon! in mercy pardon a repentant sinner!

Elizabeth.

Thou, at my feet! what hast thou done?

Eboli.

Ah! my remorse is killing me!

My tortured heart with grief is wrung!

Angel from heaven, thou good and pious Queen,

Learn thou to know the fiend

Thou’st nurtured in thy bosom!

’Twas I who robbed thee of thy casket.

Elizabeth.

Thou!

Eboli.

Yes, I! ’Twas I who did accuse thee!

Elizabeth.

Thou!

Eboli.

Love to fury wrought,

The hate I learned to feel for thee,

The cruel jealousy that racked my heart,

All, all combined to make me hate thee!

I loved Don Carlos, who my love did spurn!

Elizabeth.

You have loved him!. . . Rise!

Eboli.

No, no, have pity! another fault!

Elizabeth.

Yet!

Restore to me the cross!

I entreat thee to leave Court tomorrow!

Thou canst either choose death, or exile!

(Departs.)

(Ebolirises.)

Eboli (with despair).

Ah! I shall never see. . .

Ah! I shall never see again the Queen!

Oh beauty! thou fatal gift,

By fortune, in vindictive mood, conceded me.

Oh beauty! thou who mak’st our sex so haughty and so vain—

Beauty, I curse thee!

Ye bitter tears flow on apace!

No hope is left, all joy hath flown!

My crime’s so base, so horrible!

Naught can e’er my sin atone!

Oh, Queen beloved, I sacrificed thee

To the revolt of this wild heart,

In a lone cloister from earth secluded,

I may hide my sorrow apart!

Oh, heaven! and Carlos! tomorrow he’ll be dragged to execution!

One day alone is left me. Ah, what bright thought flashes o’er me!

Thanks be to heaven! I yet may save him!

(Exit hastily).

PART SECOND.