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Don Carlos Prince of Spain a tragedy, acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by Tho. Otway.
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Otway, Thomas, 1652-1685.; Saint-Réal, M. l'abbé de (César Vichard), 1639-1692. Dom Carlos.
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1676
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whilst I choice should make Dazzelâ—d withal I know not where to take I would be rich Qu. Nay you too far encroach I fear I have already giv'n too much Turns from him D. Carl. Oh take not back again th' appearing bliss How difficult's the path to happiness Whilst up the Precipice we climb with pain One little slip throwes us quite down again Stay Madam though you nothing more can give Then just enough to keep a wretch alive At least remember how I 've lov'd Qu. I will D. Car. That was so kind that I must beg more still Let me love on it is a very poor And easie grant yet I 'l request no more Qu. Do you believe that you can love retain And not expect to be belov'd again D. Carl. Yes I will love and think I 'm happy too So long as I can find that you are so All my disquiets banish from my breast I will endeavour to do so at least Sighing deeply Or if I can't my miseries out-wear They never more shall come t' offend your Ear. Qu. Love then Brave Prince whilst I 'l thy Love admire Gives her hand which D. Carlos during all this speech kisses eagerly Yet keep the Fame so pure such chast desire That without spot hereafter we above May meet when we shall come all soul all love Till when Oh whither am I run astray I grow too weak and must no longer stay For should I the soft charm so strong would grow I find that I should want the power to go Exit Qu. Henrietta D. Carl. Oh Sweet If such transport be in a tast so small How blest must he be that possesses all Where am I Posa Where 's the Queen standing amazed Posa My Lord A while some respite to your heart afford The Queen 's retir'd D. Carl. Retir'd and did she then Just show me Heaven to shut it in agen This little ease augments my pain the more For now I 'me more Impatient than before And have discover'd Riches make me mad Posa But since those Treasures are noâ— to be had You should correct desires that drive you on Beyond that duty which becomes a Son No longer let the Tyrant Love Invade The Brave may by themselves be happy made You to your Father now must all resign D. Carl. But e're he rob'd me of her she was mine To be my Friend is all thou hast to do For half my miseries thou can'st not know Make my self happy bid the damn'd do so Who in sad Flames must be for ever tost Yet still in view of the lov'd Hea'vn th 'ave lost Exeunt The End of the Second Act. ACT the Third SCENE the First Don Iohn of Austria The GROVE continues D. I. HOw vainly would dull Moralists Impose Limits on Love whose Nature brooks no Laws Love is a God and like a God should be Inconstant with unbounded liberty Rove as he list I find it for ev'n now I 've had a Feast Of which a God might Covet for a tast Methinks I yet See with what soft devotion in her eyes The tender Lamb came to the Sacrifice Oh how her Charms surpriz'd me as I lay Like too near sweets they took my sence away And I ev'n lost the pow'r to reach at Joy But those cross withcrafts soon unravell'd were And I was lull'd in Trances sweeter far As Anchor'd Vessels in Calm Harbours ride Rock't on the swellings of the floating Tide How wretched then 's the man who though alone He thinks he 's blest yet as Confin'd to one Is but at best a pris'ner on a Throne To him King Attended Posa Gomez King Ye mighty Powr's whose substitutes we are On whom y 'ave layn of Earth the rule and care Why all our Toyles do you reward with ill And to those Weighty Cares add Greater still Or how could I your Dieties enrage That bles't my youth thus to afflict my age A Queen and a Son's Incest dismal Thought D. I. What is 't so soon his Majesty has brought To Gomez From the soft Arms of his young Bride King Ay true Is she not Austria young and Charming too Dost thou not think her to a wonder fair Tell me D. I. By Heav'n more bright than Planets are Her Beauties force might ev'n their pow'r Out-do King Nay she 's as false and as unconstant too Oh Austria that a form so outward bright Should be within all dark and ugly night For she to whom I 'd dedicated all My Love that dearest Jewel of my Soul Takes from its shrine the pretious Relique down T' adorn a little Idol of her Own My Son That Rebel both to Heav'n and me Oh the distracting throwes of Jealousie But as a drowning wretch just like to sink Seeing him that threw him in upon the brink At the third plunge layes hold upon his Foe And tugs him down into destruction too So thou from whom these miseries I 've known Shall bear me out again or with me drown Seizes roughly on Rui-Gomez R. Go. My Loyalty will teach me how to wait All the Successes of my Soveraign's fate What is 't Great Sir you wou'd command me King How What is 't I know not what I 'd have thee do Study revenge for me 't is that I want D. Iohn Alas what frenzy does your temper haunt Revenge on whom King On my false Queen and Son R. Go. On them good heav'n what is 't that they have done Oh had my tongue been curst e're it had bred This Jealousie half aside King Then cancel what tha 'st said Did'st thou not tell me that thou saw'st him stand Printing soft vowes in kisses on her hand Whilst in requital she such glances gave Would quicken a Dead Lover in his Grave R. Go. I did and what less could the Queen allow To him then you to every vassal show Th'affording him that little from Loves store Imply'd that she for you reserv'd much more King Oh doubtless she must have a woundrous store Of Love that sells it at a rate so poore Now thou d'st rebate my passion with advise And when thou shouldst be active wouldst be wise No lead me where I may their Incest see Do or by heav'n do and I 'le worship Thee Oh how my Passions drive me to and fro Under their heavy weight I yield and bow But I le regather yet my strength and stand Brandishing all my Thunder in my hand Posa And may it be sent forth and where it goes Light fatally and heavy on your foes But let your Loyal Son and Consort bear No ill since they of any guiltless are Here with my Sword defiance I proclaim To that bold Traytor that dares wrong their fame D. I. I too dare with my life their Cause make good King Sure well their Innocence y 'ave understood That you so prodigal are of your blood Or wouldst thou speak me comfort I would find 'Mongst all my Councellors at least one kind Yet any thing like that I must not hear Or
it is gone too far to be recall'd And stedfastness will make the Act extoll'd Enter Eboli in a Night-Gown Who Eboli Ebol My Lord. King Is the Deed done Ebol ' T is and the Queen to seek repose is gone King Can she expect it who allow'd me none No Eboli her Dreams must be as full Of horrour and as Hellish as her Soul Does she believe the Prince has freedome gaind Ebol She does King How were the tydings entertain'd Ebol O're all her Face young wandring blushes were Such as speak hopes too weak to conquer fear But when confirm'd no Lover e're so kind She clasp'd me fast caress't and call'd me Friend Which Opportunity I took to give The Poison and till Day she cannot live King Quickly then to her say that Carlos here Waits to confirm his happiness with her Go that my vengeance I may finish quite 'T would be imperfect should I lose the sight But to contrive that I may not be known And she may still mistake me for my Son Remove all Lights but that which may suffice To let her see me scorn her when she dies Ebol You 'l find her all in ruful sables clad With one dim Lamp that yields imperfect light Such as in Vaults assist the ghastly shade Where wretched Widows come to weep at Night Thus she resolves to die or living mourn Till Carlos shall with Liberty return King Oh stedfast Sin incorrigible Lust Not damn'd it is impossible she must How do I long to see her in her pains The poys'nous Sulphur rowling through her Veins Enter D. John and Attendants Who 's there my Brother D. Iohn Yes Sir and your Friend What can your Presence here so late intend King Oh Austria Fate 's at work a Deed 's in hand Will put thy Youthful Courage to a stand Survey me Do I look as heretofore D. Iohn You look like King of Spain and Lord of Pow'r Like one who still seeks Glory on the Wing You look as I would do were I a King King A King why I am more I 'm all that can Be counted miserable in a man But thou shalt see how calm anon I 'le grow I 'le be as happy and as gay as Thou D. Iohn No Sir my happiness you cannot have Whilst to your abject passions thus a slave To know my ease you thoughts like mine must bring Be something less a man and more a King King I 'm growing so 'T is true that long I strove With pleading Nature combated with Love Those Witchcrafts that had bound my Soul so fast But now the Date of the Enchantment'ts past Before my rage like ruines down they fall And I mount up true Monarch o're e'm all D. Iohn I know your Queen and Son y'have doom'd to die And fear by this the fatal hour is nigh Why would you cut a sure Succession off At which your Friends must grieve and Foes will laugh As if since Age has from you took away Increase you 'd grow malicious and destroy King Doubt it not Austria Thou my Brother art And in my blood I 'm certain hast a part Onely the Justice of my Vengeance own Th' art Heir of Spain and my adopted Son D. Iohn I must confess there in a Crown are charms Which I would Court in bloody Fields and Arms But in my Nephew 's wrong I must decline Since he must be extinguish't e're I shine To mount a Throne o're Battlements I 'd climb Where Death should wait on Me not I on him Did you e're Love or have you ever known The mighty Value of so brave a Son King I guess'd I should be treated thus before I know it is thy Kindness but no more Thou living free alas art easie grown And think'st all hearts as honest as thy own D. Iohn Not Sir so easie as I must be bold And speak what you perhaps wou'd have untold That y' are a slave to th'vilest that obey Such as Disgrace on Royal Favour lay And blindly follow as they lead astray Voracious Varlets sordid Hangers on Best by familiarity Th' are known Yet shrink at frowns but when you smile they fawn Th' are these have wrong'd you and abus'd your Ears Possest your Mind with false mis-grounded fears King Mis-grounded fears why is there any Truth In Womens Vowes or Disobedient Youth I sooner would believe this World were Heav'n Where I have nought but Toyles and Torment met And never comfort yet to man was given But thou shalt see how my revenge I 'le treat The SCENE drawes and discovers the Queen alone in mourning on her Couch with a Lamp by her Look where she sits as quite and serene Ironically As if she never had a Thought of sin In mourning her wrong'd Innocence to show Sh' has sworn't so oft that she believes it true O'rewhelmâ—d with sorrow she 'l in darkness dwell So we have heard of Witches in a Cell Treating with Fiends and making Leagues with Hell Q. rises and comes towards him Queen My Lord Prince Carlos may it be believ'd Are my eyes blest and am I not deceiv'd King My Queen My Love I 'm here Embraces her Queen My Lord the King This is surprizing Kindness which you bring Can you believe me Innocent at last Methinks my griefs are half already past King O Tongue in nothing practis'd but deceit Too well she knew him not to find the cheat Yes vile Incestuous Woman it is I The King Look on me well despair and die Queen Why had you not pronounc'd my doom before Since to affliction you could add no more Methinks Death is less welcome when I find You could but Counterfeit a look that 's kind King No now th' art fit for Death had I believ'd Thou could'st have been more wicked thou had'st liv'd Liv'd and gone on in lust and riot still But I perceiv'd thee early ripe for Hell And that of the reward thou might'st not miss This night th' ast drank thy bane th' art poison'd Yes Thou art Queen Then welcome everlasting bliss But e're I die let me here make a Vow By Heav'n and all I hope for there I 'm true King Vows you had alwaies ready when you spoke How many of 'em have you made and broke Yet there 's a pow'r that does your falshood hear A Just one too and lets thee live to swear How comes it that above such mercy dwels To permit Sin and make us Infidels Queen You have been ever so to all that 's good My Innocence had else been understood At first your love was nothing but your pride When I arriv'd to be the Prince's Bride You then a Kind Indulgent Father were But finding me Unfortunately fair Thought me a prize too rich to be possest By him and forc't your self into my breast Where you maintain'd an Unresisted pow'r Not your own Daughter could have lov'd you more Till Conscious of your Age my faith was blam'd And I a lewd Adulteress proclaim'd Accus'd of foulest Incest with your Son What