Don CARLOS Prince of Spain. A TRAGEDY. Acted at the DUKE's Theatre. Written by Tho. Otway.  
Principibus placuisse Viris non Ultima Laus est.  Hor. 

Licenced,  
june 15. 1676. Roger L'Estrange.   

LONDON, Printed for Richard Tonson at Grays-Inn-Gate in Grays-Inn-Lane. 1676.    

TO His Royal Highness, THE DUKE.  
SIR,  
'TIs an approved Opinion, There's not so Unhappy a Creature in the World, as the Man that wants Ambition; for certainly he lives to very little use that only toils in the same round, and because he knows where he is, though in a dirty road, dares not venture on a smother path for fear of being lost. That I am not the Wretch I Condemn, Your Royal Highness may be sufficiently Convinced, in that I durst presume to put this Poem under your Patronage. My Motives to it were not Ordinary; for besides my own propensity to take any opportunity of publishing, the Extreme Devotion I owe Your Royal Highness; The mighty Encouragement I received from your Approbation of it when presented on the Stage, was hint enough to let me know at whose Feet it ought to be laid. Yet whilst I do this, I am sensible the Curious World will expect some Panagericks on those Heroic Virtues which are throughout it so much Admired: But as they are a Theme too great for my Undertaking, so only to endeavour at the truth of 'em, must in the distance between my obscurity and their height savour of a flattery, which in your Royal highness's esteem I would not be thought guilty of: though in that part of 'em which relates to myself, (viz. Your Favours showered on a thing so mean as I am) I know not how to be silent: For you were not only so indulgent to bestow Your Praises on this, but even (beyond my hopes) to declare in favour of my first Essay of this nature, and add yet the encouragement of your Commands to go forward, when I had the Honour to kiss Your Royal highness's hand in token of your permission to make a Dedication to You of the second. I must confess and boast I am very proud of it; and it were enough to make me more, were I not sensible how far I am Undeserving. Yet when I consider You never give Your Favours precipitately, but that it is a Certain sign of some Desert when You vouchsafe to promote: I who have terminated my best hopes in it, should do wrong to Your Goodness, should I not let the World know my Mind, as well as my Condition is raised by it: I am certain none that know Your Royal Highness will disapprove my aspiring to the Service of so Great and so Good a Master; One who (as is apparent by all those who have the Honour to be near You, and know you by that Title) never raised without Merit, or discountenanced without justice; 'Tis that indeed obliging Severity which has in all men created an awful Love and Respect towards You, since in the firmness of your Resolution the brave and good man is sure of You, whilst the ill-minded and malignant fears you. This I could not pass over, and I hope Your Royal Highness will pardon it, since 'tis unaffectedly my Zeal to You, who am in nothing so Unfortunate, as that I have not a better opportunity to let You and the World know how much I am  
Your Royal Highnesses most Humble, most faithful and most obedient Servant, Tho. Otway.   

The PREFACE.  
Reader,  
'TIs not that I have any great affection to scribbling that I pester thee with a Preface, for amongst friends 'tis almost as poor a Trade with Poets, as it is with those that write Hackney under Attorneys, it will hardly keep us in Ale and Cheese. Honest Ariosto began to be sensible of it in his time, who makes his Complaint to this purpose: 
I pity those who in these latter days  
Do Write, when bounty hath shut up her Gate;  
Where day and night in vain good Writers knock,  
And for their labours oft have but a mock.   
Thus I find it according to Sir john Harington's Translation; had I understood Italian, I would have given it thee in the Original; but that is not my Talon, therefore to proceed: This Play was the second that ever I writ or thought of writing: I must confess I had often a Tittillation to Poetry, but never durst venture on my Muse, till I got her into a Corner in the Country, and then like a bashful young Lover when I had her private I had Courage to fumble, but never thought she would have produced any thing, till at last I know not how e'er I was a ware I found myself Father of a Dramatic birth, which I called Alcibiades; but I might without offence to any person in the Play, as well have called it Nabuchadnezzar, for my Hero to do him right, was none of that squeamish Gentleman I make him, but would as little have boggled at the obliging the passion of a young and beautiful Lady, as I should myself, had I the same opportunities which I have given him. This I publish to Antedate the objections some people may make against that Play who have been (and much good may it do 'em) very severe as they think upon this, whoever they are, I am sure I never disobliged them, nor have they (thanks my good fortune) much Injured me, in the mean while I forgive 'em, and since I am out of the reach on't, leave 'em to chew the Cud on their own Venom; I am well satisfied I had the greatest party of men of wit and sense on my side, amongst which I can never enough acknowledge the unspeakable Obligations I received from the Earl of R. who far above what I am ever able to deserve from him, seemed almost to make it his business to establish it in the good opinion of the King, and his Royal Highness, from both of which I have since received Confirmations of their good liking of it, and Encouragement to proceed; and it is to him I must in all gratitude confess I owe the greatest part of my good success in this, and on whose Indulgency I extremely build my hopes of a next. I dare not presume to take to myself what a great many, and those I am sure of good Judgement too, have been so kind to afford me (viz.) That it is the best Heroic Play that has been written of late; for I thank Heaven I am not yet so vain, but this I may modestly boast of, which the Author of the French Bernice has done before me in his Preface to that Play, that it never failed to draw Tears from the Eyes of the Auditors, I mean those whose Souls were capable of so Noble a pleasure, for 'twas not my business to take such as only come to a Playhouse to see Farce-fools, and laugh at their own deformed Pictures: Though a certain Writer that shall be nameless (but you may guests at him by what follows) being asked his opinion of this Play, very gravely Cocked, and cried, Igad he knew not a line in it he would be Author of; but he is a fine Facetious witty Person, as my friend Sir Formal has it; and to be even with him I know a Comedy of his, that has not so much as a Quibble in it which I would be Author of; and so Reader I bid him and thee  
Farewell.   

The Prologue.  
WHen first our Author took this Play in hand,  
He doubted much and long was at a stand.  
He knew the Fame and Memory of Kings  
Were to be treated of as Sacred things.  
Not as theyare represented in this Age,  
Where they appear the Lumber of the Stage;  
Used only just for reconciling Tools,  
Or what is worse, made Villains all, or Fools.  
Besides, the Characters he shows to Night,  
He found were very difficult to Write:  
He found the Fame of France and Spain at stake,  
Therefore long paused and feared which part to take;  
Till this his judgement safest understood,  
To make'em both Heroic as he could.  
But now the greatest stop was yet unpassed,  
He found himself, Alas! confined too fast.  
He is a man of Pleasures, Sirs, like you,  
And therefore hardly could to business bow,  
Till at the last he did this Conquest get,  
To make his pleasure whetstone to his wit,  
So sometimes for variety he writ.  
But as those Blockheads who discourse by Rote,  
Sometimes speak sense although they rarely know't.  
So he scarce knew to what his work would grow;  
But 'twas a Play because it would be so:  
Yet well he knows this is a weak pretence,  
For Idleness is the worst want of sense.  
Let him not now of carelessness be Taxed,  
He'll write in earnest when he writes the next;  
Mean while—  
Prune his superfluous Branches, never spare;  
Yet do it kindly, be not too severe,  
He may bear better fruit another year.   

Persons represented By  
Philip the 2 d. K. of Spain. 
Mr. Batterton  Don Carlos his Son. 
Mr. Smith.  Don john of Austria. 
M. Harris.  marquess of Posa the Prince's Confident. 
Mr. Crosby.  Rui-Gomez. 
Mr. Medbourn   
Queen of Spain. 
Mrs. Marry Lee.  Duchess of Eboli, Wife to R. Gomez. 
Mrs. Shadwell.  Henrietta. 
Mrs. Gibbs.  Garcia. 
Mrs. Gillow.  Officer of the Guards. 
Mr. Norris.    

ERRATA.  
PAge 7. line 24. for, to their strength, read, so their strength. Page 9 l. 29. for past, r. pass. p. 10. l. 24. for, he's too far, r. so too far. p. 12. l. 22. for, gaze, r. gape. p. 64. l. 18. for receive, read support.   

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THe Reader is desired to take Notice, That in the Third and Fourth Acts particularly the sense is frequently mistopped; which I know not whether they are the fault of the Press, or of him that Transcribed it from the Author's Copy: The false stops are generally Interrogation points, or Notes of Exclamation; when indeed they might as properly have made True-love-knots, and they would have served as well to the purpose.   
Don CARLOS Prince of Spain. A TRAGEDY.  

ACT the First.  
SCENE the First. A Palace Royal.  The Curtain drawn discovers the King and Queen Attended, Don Carlos, the Marquis of Posa, Rui-Gomez, etc. Eboli, Henrietta, Garcia, Attendants, Guards. King. 
HAppy the Monarch on whose Brow no Cares  
Add weight to the bright Diadem he wears.  
Like me in all that he can wish for, blessed:  
Renown, and Love, The Gentlest calms of rest  
And peace, adorn my Brow, every my Breast.  
To me great Nations Tributary are,  
Though whilst my Vast Dominions spreads so far,  
Where most I Reign, I must pay homage, here. To the Queen.  
Approach bright Mistress of my purest vows,  
Now show me him that more Religion owes  
To Heaven, or to its Altars more Devoutly bows.  Don Carlos. 
So Merchants cast upon some Savage Coast,  
Are forced to see their dearest Treasures lost.  
Curse! What's obedience? a false Notion made aside.  
By Priests, who when they found old Cheats decayed,  
By such new Arts kept up declining Trade.  
A Father oh!—  King. 
— Why does my Carlos shroud  
His Joy, and when all's Sunshine wear a Cloud?  
My Son, thus for thy Glory I provide;  
From this Fair Charmer, and our Royal Bride  
Shall such a Noble Race of Heroe's spring,  
As may adorn the Court when thou art King.  D. Car. 
A greater Glory I can never know  
Then what already I enjoy in you;  
The Brightest Ornaments of Crowns and Powers,  
I only can admire, as they are yours.  K. 
Heaven! How he stands unmoved! not the least show  
Of Transport.  D. Car. 
— Not admire your happiness! I do  
As much admire it as I reverence you.  
Let me express the mighty Joy I feel. Kneels to the Queen.  
Thus Sir I pay my duty when I kneel.  Queen. 
How hard it is his Passion to Confine:  
I'm sure 'tis so, if I may judge by mine: aside.  
Alas, my Lord, you're too obsequious now. To Carlos.  D. Carlos. 
Oh might I but Enjoy this pleasure still!  
Here would I worship, and for ever kneel.  Queen. 
For Heaven my Lord, you know not what you do.  King. 
Still there appears disturbance on his brow:  
And in his looks an Earnestness I read,  
Which from no Common Causes can proceed: aside.  
I'll probe him deep—  
— When when my dearest Joy  To the Queen. 
Shall I the mighty debt of Love defray.  
Hence to Love's secret Temples let's retire,  
There on his Altars kindle th'amorous fire,  
Then Phoenixlike Each in the flame expire.  
Still he is fixed— Looking on D. Carlos.  
— Gomez observe the Prince, To R. Gomez.  
Yet smile on me my charming Excellence.  
Virgin's should only fears and blushes show,  
But you must lay aside that Title now.  
The Doctrine which I preach by Heaven is good;  
Oh! the Impetuous sallies of my Blood!  Queen. 
To what unwelcome Joys I'm forced to yield,  
Now fate her utmost malice has fulfilled.  
Carlos farewell: for since I must submit—  King. 
Now winged with rapture let us fly my sweet.  
My Son all Troubles from thy breast resign,  
And let thy Father's happiness be thine. Exeunt K. and Q. attended.  D. C. 
What King, what God would not his power forgo,  
T'enjoy so much Divinity below?  
Didst Thou behold her Posa—  Posa. 
Sir I did.  D. Car. 
And is she not a sweet one? such a Bride,  
Oh Posa once she was Decreed for mine.  
Once I had hopes of Bliss; hadst thou but seen  
How blessed, how proud I was, if I could get  
But leave to lie a prostrate at her feet.  
Even with a look I could my pains beguile,  
Nay she in pity too would sometimes smile;  
Till at the last my vows successful proved,  
And one day sighing she confessed she loved,  
Oh! then I found no limits to our joy,  
With Eyes thus languishing we looked all day,  
So vigorous and strong we darted beams,  
Our meeting glances kindled into flames,  
Nothing we found that promised not delight,  
For when rude shades deprived us of the light,  
As we had gazed all day, we dreamed all night;  
But after all these Labours undergone,  
A cruel Father thus destroys his Son;  
In their full height my choicest hopes beguiles,  
And robs me of the fruit of all my Toils  
My dearest Posa thou were't ever kind,  
Bring thy best Counsel and direct my mind.  Enter Gomez. R. Go. 
Still he is here  
My Lord.  D. Car. 
— Your business now?  R. Go. 
I've with concern beheld your Clouded brow;  
Ah! though you've lost a Beauty well might make  
Your strictness honour, and your duty shake,  
Let not a Father's ills misguide your mind,  
But be Obedient, though he's proved unkind:  D. Car. 
Hence Cynic to dull Slaves thy Morals teach,  
I have no leisure now to hear thee Preach;  
Still you'll usurp a power o'er my will:  R. Go. 
Sir you my Service do interpret ill;  
Nor need it be so soon forgot, that I  
Have been your Guardian from your Infancy,  
When to my charge committed, I alone  
Instructed you how to expect a Crown;  
Taught you Ambition, and Wars noblest Arts,  
How to lead Armies, and to Conquer Hearts.  
Whilst though but Young,—  
You would with pleasure read of Sieges got,  
And smile to hear of bloody Battles fought;  
And still, though not control, I may advise,  D. Car. 
Alas thy Pride wears a too thin disguise;  
Too well I know the Falsehood of thy Soul,  
Which to my Father rendered me so foul;  
That hardly as his Son, a smile I've known,  
But always as a Traitor met his frown;  
My forward Honour was Ambition called,  
Or if my friends my early Fame extolled,  
You dampt my Father's smiles still as they sprung,  
Persuading I repined he lived too long;  
So all my hopes by you were frustrate made,  
And robbed of Sunshine, withered in the shade.  
Whilst my good Patriot! you disposed the Crown  
Out of my reach, to have it in your own:  
But I'll prevent your Policy—  R. Go. 
— My Lord,  
This accusation is unjust and hard;  
The King your Father would not so upbraid  
My age, is all my service thus repaid?  
But I will hence and let my Master hear  
How generously you reward my care,  
Who on my just complaint, I doubt not, will  
At last redress the Injuries I feel. Exit Gomez.  Po. 
Alas my Lord you too severely urge  
Your Fate, his Interest with the King is large;  
Besides, you know he has already seen  
The Transports of your passion for the Queen;  
The use he may of that advantage make,  
You ought at least t'avoid, but for her sake.  D. Car. 
Ah! my dear friend, thoust touched my tenderest part,  
I never yet learned the dissembling Art;  
Go call him back, tell him that I implore  
His pardon; and will ne'er offend him more:  
The Queen! kind Heaven make her thy nearest care:  
Oh! fly, o'er take him e'er he goes too far. Exit Posa.  
How are we bandied up and down by Fate,  
By so much more unhappy as we're great;  
A Prince, and heir to Spain's great Monarch born,  
I'm forced to Court a Slave whom most I scorn;  
Who like a Bramble 'mongst a Cedars boughs,  
Vexes his Peace, under whose shade he grows; Re-enter R. Gomez and Posa.  
Now he returns, assist me Falsehood,— down  
Thou Rebel passion—  
Sir I fear I've done To R. Gomez.  
You wrong; but if I have you can forgive.  
Heaven! can I do this abject thing and live? aside.  R. Go. 
Ah! my good Lord it makes too large amends,  
When to his Vassal thus a Prince descends:  
Tho it was something rigid, and unkind  
T'upbraid your faithful Servant and your friend.  D. Car. 
Alas no more: all Jealousies shall cease  
Between us two, let there be hence forth Peace;  
So may Just Heaven assist me when I sue,  
As I to Gomez always will be true:  R. Go. 
Stay Sir, and for this mighty favour take  
All the return sincerity can make  
Blessed in you Father's love, as I'm in yours,  
May not one fear disturb your happy hours;  
Crowned with success may all your wishes be,  
And you ne'er find worse Enemies than me: Exeunt Car. and Posa.  
Nor spite of all his greatness shall he need  
Of too long date, his ruin is decreed;  
Spain's early hopes of him have been my fears,  
'Twas I the charge had of his tender years,  
And read in all the Progress of his growth  
An untamed, haughty, hot and furious Youth,  
A Will unruly, and a Spirit wild,  
At all my precepts still with scorn he smiled;  
Or when by th'power I from his Father had,  
Any restraint was on his pleasures laid,  
Ushered with frowns on me his soul would rise,  
And threaten future vengeance from his Eyes:  
But now to all my fears I bid adieu,  
For Prince I'll humble both your Fate and you;  
Here comes the Star by whom my course I steer, Enter Eboli.  
Welcome my Love.—  Eboli. 
My Lord why stay you here  
Losing the pleasure of this happy night?  
When all the Court are melting in delight,  
You toil with the dull business of the State.  R. Go. 
Only my fair one, how to make thee great:  
Thou tak'st up all the business of my heart,  
And only to it pleasures canst impart:  
Say say, my Goddess, when shall I be blessed?  
It is an Age since I was happy last.  Eboli. 
My Lord I come not hither now to hear  
Your love, but offer something to your Ear;  
If you have well observed, you must have seen  
To day some strange disorders in the Queen.  R. Go. 
Yes such as Youthful Brides do still express,  
Impatient Longings for the happiness;  
Approaching Joys will so disturb the Soul,  
As Needles always Tremble near the Pole.  Ebol. 
Come, Come, my Lord: seem not so blind: too well  
I've seen the Wrongs which you from Carlos feel.  
And know your Judgement is too good, to loose  
Advantage, where you may so safely choose.  
Say now if I inform you, how you may  
With full Revenge all your past Wrongs repay.  R. Go. 
Blessed Oracle! speak how it may be done,  
My will, my life, my hopes are all thy own.  Eboli. 
Hence then and with your strictest cunning try  
What of the Queen and Prince you can descry.  
Watch every look, each quick, and subtle glance,  
Then we'll from all produce such Circumstance  
As shall the King's new Jealousy advance.  
Nay Sir, I'll try what mighty Love you show:  
If you will make me great, begin it now.  
How Sir! d'you stand Considering what to do?  R. Go. 
No, but methinks I view from hence a King,  
A Queen and Prince, three goodly Flowers spring,  
Whilst on 'em like a subtle Bee I'll prey,  
Till to their Strength and Virtue drawn away,  
Unable to recover each shall droop,  
Grow pale and fading hang his Withered Top,  
Then fraught with Thyme Triumphant back I'll come  
And unlade all the precious sweets at home. Exit Gomez.  Eboli. 
In thy fond policy Blind fool go on,  
And make what hast thou canst to be undone,  
Whilst I have nobler business of my own.  
Was I bred up in Greatness, have I been  
Nurtured with glorious hopes to be a Queen?  
Made love my study, and with Practised Charms  
Prepared myself to meet a Monarch's Arms?  
At last to be Condemned to the Embrace  
Of one, whom Nature made to her disgrace?  
An old Imperfect feeble dotard, who  
Can only tell Alas! what he would do?  
On him to throw away my Youth, and Bloom,  
As Jewels that are lost, t'enrich a Tomb?  
No, though all hopes are in a husband dead,  
Another path to happiness I'll tread,  
Elsewhere find Joys which I'm in him denied:  
Yet while he can let the slave serve my pride.  
Still I'll in pleasure live, In Glory shine:  
The gallant Youthful Austria shall be mine.  
To him with all my force of Charms I'll move;  
Let others toil for Greatness: whilst I love.  
The End of the First Act.   

ACT the Second.  
SCENE the First. Don john of Austria.  SCENE, An ORANGE GROVE. D. I. 
WHy should dull Law rule Nature, who first made  
That Law, by which herself is now betrayed:  
ere man's Corruptions made him wretched, he  
Was born most noble that was born most free:  
Each of himself was Lord; and unconfined  
Obeyed the dictates of his Godlike mind.  
Law was an Innovation brought in since,  
When Fools began to love Obedience,  
And called their slavery Safety and defence.  
My Glorious Father got me in his heat,  
When all he did was eminently great.  
When Warlike Belgia felt his Conquering power,  
And the proud Germans Owned him Emperor.  
Why should it be A Stain upon my Blood  
Because I came not in the Common Road,  
But Born obscure and so more like a God.  
No; Though his Diadem Another wear,  
At least to all his Pleasures I'll be Heir.  
Here I should meet my Eboli, my fair Enter Eboli.  
She comes: As the Bright Cyprian Goddess moves,  
When Loose and In her Chariot drawn by Doves,  
She rides to meet the Warlike God she Loves.  Ebol. 
Alas, my Lord, you know not with what fear  
And Hazard, I am come to meet you here.  D. I. 
O banish it: Lovers like us should fly,  
And mounted by their wishes soar on high,  
Where softest ecstasies and Transports are,  
While fear alone disturbs the Lower Air.  Eboli. 
But who is safe when Eyes are Every where?  
Or if we could with happiest secrecy  
Enjoy these sweets; Oh whither shall we fly  
T'Escape that sight whence we can nothing hide!  D. I. 
Alas lay this Religion now Aside,  
I'll show thee one more pleasant, that which jove  
Set forth to the old World, when from above  
He came himself and taught his Mortals Love.  Eboli. 
Will nothing then Quench your unruly flame?  
My Lord, you might consider who I am.  D. I. 
I know you're her I love, what should I more  
Regard?—  Ebol. 
— By heaven he's brave— aside.  
But can so poor  
A Thought possess your breast, to think that I  
Will brand my name with Lust and Infamy.  D. I. 
Those that are noblest born, should highest prize  
Loves sweets; Oh let me fly into those Eyes,  
There's something in 'em leads my Soul astray,  
As he who in a Negromancer's glass  
Beholds his wished for fortune by him past,  
Yet still with greedy Eyes—  
Pursues the Vision as it glides away.  Eboli. 
Protect me Heaven, I dare no longer stay,  
Your looks speak danger: I feel something too  
That bids me fly, yet will not let me go. half aside  D. I. 
Take Vows and Prayers if ever I prove false,  
See at your feet the humble Austria falls. Kneels.  Eboli. 
Rise, Rise Austria rises.  
My Lord why would you thus deceive? Sighs.  D. I. 
How many ways to wound me you contrive;  
Speak, wouldst thou have an Empire at thy feet?  
Say, wouldst thou rule the world? I'll Conquer it.  Eboli. 
No above Empire far I could prize you,  
If you would be but—  D. I. 
— What?  Eboli. 
— For ever true.  D. I. 
That thou may'st ne'er have cause to fear those harms,  
I'll be confined for ever in thy Arms;  
Nay, I'll not one short minute from thee stray,  
Myself I'll on thy tender bosom lay,  
Till in its warmth I'm melted all away.  Enter Garcia. Gar. 
Madam, Your Lord—  Eboli. 
— Oh! fly or I'm undone: Kisses her Hand.  D. I. 
Must I without my blessing then be gone?  Eboli. 
Think you that this discretion merits one? pulls it back.  D. I. 
I'm awed—  
As a sick wretch that on his deathbed lies  
Loath with his friends to part, just as he dies,  
Thus sends his Soul in wishes from his eyes. Exit D. J.  Eboli. 
Oh Heaven! what charms in youth and vigour are?  
Yet he in Conquest is not gone too far;  
Too easily I'll not myself resign,  
ere I am his, I'll make him surely mine;  
Draw him by subtle baits into the Trap,  
Till he's too far got in to make escape,  
About him swiftly the soft snare I'll cast,  
And when I have him there I'll hold him fast.  Enter Rui. Gomez. R. Go. 
Thus unaccompanyed I subtly range  
The Solitary paths of dark revenge:  
The fearful Deer in herds to Coverts run,  
Whilst Beasts of prey affect to Roam alone.  Eboli. 
Ah! my dear Lord, how do you spend your hours?  
You little think what my poor heart endures;  
Whilst with your absence tortured, I in vain  
Pant after joys I ne'er can hope to gain.  R. Go. 
You cannot my unkindness sure upbraid;  
You should forgive those faults yourself have made:  
Remember you the task you gave?—  Eboli. 
— 'Tis true,  
Your pardon, for I do remember now: Sighs  
If I forgot, 'twas love had all my mind,  
And 'tis no sin I hope to be too kind.  R. Go. 
How happy am I in a faithful Wife!  
Oh! thou most precious blessing of my Life!  Eboli. 
Does then success attend upon your toil?  
I long to see you Revel in the spoil.  R. Go. 
What strictest diligence could do, I've done,  
T'incense an angry Father 'gainst his Son;  
I to advantage told him all that past,  
Described with Art, each Amorous glance they cast;  
So that this night he shunned the marriage bed,  
Which through the Court has various murmurs spread.  Enter the King attended by Posa. 
See where he comes with fury in his Eyes,  
Kind Heaven but grant the storm may higher rise;  
If't grow too loud I'll lurk in some dark Cell,  
And laugh to hear my Magic work so well.  King. 
What's all my Glory? all my Pomp? how poor  
Is fading greatness, or how vain is power:  
Where all the mighty Conquests I have seen?  
I who o'er Nations have Victorious been,  
Now cannot quell one little Foe within.  
Cursed Jealousy; that poisons all Love's sweets,  
How heavy on my heart th'invader sits:  
Oh! Gomez thou hast given my mortal wound:  R. Go. 
What is't does so your royal thoughts confound?  
A King his power unbounded aught to have,  
And ruling all, should not be passions slave.  King. 
Thou counsell'st well, but art no stranger sure  
To the sad cause of what I now endure.  
Know'st thou what Poison thou didst lately give?  
And dost not wonder to behold me live?  R. Go. 
I only did as by my duty tied,  
And never studied any thing beside.  King. 
I do not blame thy duty or thy Care;  
Quickly what passed between 'em more declare.  
How greedily my Soul to ruin flies,  
As he who in a fever burning lies,  
First of his Friends does for a drop implore,  
Which tasted once unable to give o'er:  
Knows 'tis his bane, yet still thirsts after more.  
On then—  R. Go. 
— I fear that you'll Interpret wrong!  
'Tis true, they gazed, but 'twas not very long.  King. 
Lie still my heart; not long was't that you said?  R. G. 
No longer than they in your presence stayed.  King. 
No longer! why a Soul in less time flies  
To Heaven: and they have changed theirs at their Eyes.  
Hence abject fears begone: she's all divine:  
Speak Friends, can Angels in perfection sin?  R. Go. 
Angels that shine above do oft bestow  
Their Influence on poor Mortals here below.  King. 
But Carlos is my Son, and always near;  
Seems to move with me in my glorious Sphere.  
True, she may shower promiscuous blessings down  
On slaves that gaze for what falls from a Crown.  
But when too kindly she his brightness sees,  
It robs my Lustre to add more to his:  
But oh I dare not think—  
That those Eyes should at least so humble be,  
To stoop at him when they had vanquished me.  Posa. 
Sir, I am proud to think I know the Prince,  
That he of Virtue has too great a sense  
To cherish but a thought beyond the bound  
Of strictest duty: He to me has owned  
How much was to his former passion due,  
Yet still confessed he above all prized you.  R. Go. 
You better reconcile Sir, then advise;  
Be not more Charitable then you're wise:  
The King is sick, and we should give him Ease,  
But first find out the depth of his Disease:  
Too sudden cures have oft pernicious grown,  
We must not heal up festered wounds too soon.  King. 
By this than you a power would o'er me gain;  
Wounding to let me linger in the pain:  
I'm stung, and won't the torture long endure;  
Serpents that wound, have blood those wounds to cure.  R. Go. 
Good Heaven forbid that I should ever dare  
To Question Virtue in a Queen so fair.  
Though she her Eyes cast on her Glorious Sun,  
Men oft see Treasures and yet covet none.  King. 
Think not to blind me with dark Ironies,  
The Truth disguised in Obscure Contraries.  
No, I will trace his windings, All her dark  
And subtlest paths, Each little Action mark: Enter Queen Att. Henrietta.  
If she prove false as yet I fear she dies:  
Ha! here! oh let me turn away my Eyes.  
For all around she'll her bright beams display:  
Should I to gaze on the wild Meteor stay,  
' Spite of myself I shall be led astray.  Exit the King Attend. looking at the Queen. Queen. 
How scornfully he is withdrawn!  
Sure ere his Love he'd let me know his power:  
As Heaven oft Thunders ere it send a shower.  
This Spanish Gravity is very odd  
All things are by severity so Awed,  
That little Love dares hardly peep abroad.  Henr. 
Alas, what can you from old age expect,  
When frail uneasy men themselves neglect?  
Some little warmth perhaps may be behind,  
Though such as in extinguished fires you'll find.  
Where some remains of heat the ashes hold,  
Which (if for more you open) staight are cold.  Queen. 
'Twas Interest and Safety of the State;  
Interest that bold Imposer on our fate:  
That always to dark Ends misguides our wills,  
And with false happiness smooths o'er our ills.  
It was by that unhappy France was led,  
When though by Contract I should Carlos wed,  
I was an Offering made to Philip's Bed. Henr. sighs.  
Why sighest thou Henrietta?  Henriett. 
Who is it can  
Know your sad fate and yet from grief refrain?  
With pleasure oft I've heard you smiling tell  
Of Carlos Love.  Queen. 
— And did it please you well?  
In that brave Prince's Courtship there did meet  
All that we could obliging call or sweet.  
At every point he with advantage stood:  
Fierce as a Lion if provoked abroad;  
Else, soft as Angels, Charming as a God.  Henr. 
One so Accomplished! and who loved you too!  
With what resentments must he part with you?  
Methinks I pity him.— But oh in vain!  
He's both above my pity and my pain. aside.  Queen. 
What means this strange disorder?  Henr. 
— Yonder view, Enter D. Carlos. Posa.  
That which I fear will discompose you too.  Queen. 
Alas! the Prince! there to my mind appears  
Something that in me moves unusual fears:  
Away Henrietta.— offers to go.  D. Car. 
— Why would you begone?  
Is Carlos sight ungrateful to you grown.  
If 'tis, speak. In Obedience I'll retire.  Qu. 
No, you may speak, but must advance no nigher.  D. Car. 
Must I then at that Awful distance sue,  
As our forefathers were Compelled to do  
When they petitions made at that great Shrine,  
Where none but the High Priest might enter in?  
Let me approach; ay ve nothing for your Ear,  
But what's so pure it might be Offered there.  Qu. 
Too long 'tis dangerous for me here to stay;  
If you must speak, proceed: What would you say? Carlos kneels.  
Nay this strange Ceremony pray give o'er.  D. Car. 
Was I ne'er in this posture seen before?  
Ah can your cruel heart so soon resign  
All sense of these sad sufferings of mine?  
To your more just remembrance if you can  
Recall how fate seemed kindly to ordain,  
That once you should be mine: which I believed,  
Though now alas! I find I was deceived.  Queen. 
Then Sir you should your Fate, not me upbraid.  D. Carl. 
I will not say you've broke the vows you made,  
Only implore you would not quite forget  
The Wretch ya've oft seen dying at your feet;  
And now no other favour begs to have,  
Then such Kind pity as becomes your slave.  
For 'midst your highest Joys, without a Crime  
At least you now and then may think of him.  Queen. 
If e'er you loved me you would this forbear;  
It is a Language which I dare not hear:  
My Heart and Faith become your Father's right,  
All other passions I must now forget.  D. Car. 
Can then a Crown and Majesty dispense  
Upon your heart such mighty Influence,  
That I must be for ever banished thence.  
Had I been raised to all the heights of power,  
In Triumph Crowned the World's great Emperor:  
Of all its riches, all its State possessed,  
Yet you should still have governed in my breast.  Qu. 
In vain on her you obligations lay,  
Who wants not will, but power to repay.  Henriett. 
Yet had you Henrietta's heart, you would  
At least strive to afford him all you could. aside.  D. Carl. 
Oh say not you want power, you may with one  
Kind look, pay doubly all I've undergone.  
And knew you but the Innocence I bear,  
How pure, how spotless all my wishes are;  
You would not scruple to supply my want,  
When all I'll ask you may so safely grant.  Qu. 
I know not what to grant, too well I find  
That still at least I cannot be unkind.  D. Car. 
Afford me then that little which I crave:  Qu. 
You shall not want what I may let you have. Gives her hand sighing.  D. Carl. 
Like one—  
That sees a heap of Gems before him cast,  
Thence to choose any that may please him best:  
From the rich Treasure whilst I choice should make,  
dazzled withal I know not where to take:  
I would be rich—  Qu. 
— Nay you too far encroach,  
I fear I have already given too much. Turns from him.  D. Carl. 
Oh take not back again th'appearing bliss;  
How difficults the path to happiness!  
Whilst up the Precipice we climb with pain,  
One little slip throws 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 loved—  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 easy grant, yet I'll request no more.  Qu. 
Do you believe that you can love retain,  
And not expect to be beloved 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'll thy Love admire Gives her hand, which D. Carlos during all this speech kisses eagerly.  
Yet keep the Fame so pure, such chaste 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 taste so small,  
How blessed 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 retired—  D. Carl. 
— Retired! and did she then,  
Just show me Heaven, to shut it in again?  
This little ease augments my pain the more;  
For now, I'm more Impatient than before,  
And have discovered Riches, make me mad.  Posa. 
But since those Treasures are not 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'er he robbed me of her she was mine.  
To be my Friend is all thou hast to do:  
For half my miseries thou canst not know:  
Make myself happy! bid the damned do so;  
Who in sad Flames, must be for ever tossed,  
Yet still in view of the loved Hea'vn th'ave lost. Exeunt.  
The End of the Second Act.   

ACT the Third.  
SCENE the First. Don john 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 even now I've had a Feast,  
Of which a God might Covet for a taste.  
Methinks I yet—  
See with what soft devotion in her eyes,  
The tender Lamb came to the Sacrifice.  
Oh how her Charms, surprised me as I lay!  
Like too near sweets they took my sense away:  
And I even lost the power to reach at Joy.  
But those cross withcrafts soon unravelled were,  
And I was lulled in Trances sweeter far:  
As Anchored Vessels in Calm Harbours ride,  
Rocked on the swellings of the floating Tide.  
How wretched then's the man who though alone  
He thinks he's blessed; yet as Confined to one,  
Is but at best a prisoner on a Throne.  To him King Attended. Posa. Gomez. King. 
Ye mighty Powers! whose substitutes we are,  
On whom you've lain of Earth the rule and care:  
Why all our Toils do you reward with ill?  
And to those Weighty Cares add Greater still?  
Or how could I your Deities enrage,  
That blessed 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 Heaven more bright than Planets are;  
Her Beauty's force might even their power Outdo.  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 precious Relic down,  
T'adorn a little Idol of her Own,  
My Son! That Rebel both to Heaven and me!  
Oh the distracting throws of Jealousy!  
But as a drowning wretch just like to sink,  
Seeing him that threw him in upon the brink:  
At the third plunge lays 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 Sovereign's fate.  
What is't, Great Sir, you would command me!  King. 
How!—  
— What is't?— I know not what I'd have thee do;  
Study revenge for me, 'tis that I want.  D. john. 
Alas! what frenzy does your temper haunt!  
Revenge! on whom!  King. 
On my false Queen and Son.  R. Go. 
On them! good heaven what is't that they have done,  
Oh had my tongue been cursed ere it had bred  
This Jealousy— half aside.  King. 
— Then cancel what thou'st said.  
Didst thou not tell me, that thou sawst him stand,  
Printing soft vows, 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, than you to every vassal show:  
Th'affording him that little from Love's store,  
Employed that she for you reserved much more.  King. 
Oh doubtless she must have a wondrous store  
Of Love, that sells it at a rate so poor.  
Now thou'dst rebate my passion with advice,  
And when thou shouldst be active, wouldst be wise,  
No, lead me where I may their Incest see.  
Do: or by heaven— do and I'll worship Thee!  
Oh how my Passions drive me to and fro!  
Under their heavy weight, I yield and bow.  
But I'll 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 Traitor, that dares wrong their fame.  D. I. 
I too, dare with my life their Cause make good.  King. 
Sure well their Innocence you've understood,  
That you so prodigal are of your blood.  
Or wouldst thou speak me comfort? I would find  
'Mongst all my Councillors at least one kind.  
Yet any thing like that I must not hear,  
(Or so my wrongs I should too tamely bear)  
And weakly grow my own fond flatterer.  
Posa, withdraw— Exit Posa.  
My Lords, all this you've heard.  R. Go. 
Yes, I observed it Sir, with strict regard.  
The Young Lord's Friendship was too great to hide.  King. 
Is he then so to my false Son allied?  
I am environed every way, and all  
My Eats unhappy Engines plot my fall,  
Like Caesar in the Senate, thus I stand,  
Whilst ruin threatened him on every hand.  
From each side he had warning he must die;  
Yet still he braved his Fate, and so will I.  
To strive for ease would but add more to pain,  
As streams that beat against their banks in vain  
Retreating swell into a Flood again.  
No, I'll do things the World shall quake to hear,  
My just revenge so true a stamp shall bear.  
As henceforth Heaven itself shall emulate,  
And copy all its vengeance out by that.  
All but Rui-Gomez I must have withdrawn,  
I've something to discourse with him alone.  Ex. omnes praeter K. & Gomez. 
Now Gomez on thy truth depends thy fate,  
Thou'st wrought my sense of Wrong to such a height:  
Within my breast it will no longer stay,  
But grows each minute till it force its way.  
I would not find myself at last deceived.  R. Go. 
Nor would I 'gainst your reason be believed;  
Think Sir your Jealousy to be but fear  
Of losing treasures which you hold so dear:  
Your Queen and Son may yet be innocent,  
I know but what they did, not what they meant.  King. 
Meant? what should looks and sighs and press mean?  
No, no: I need not hear it o'er again.  
No repetitions— something must be done.  
Now there's no ill I know that I would shun.  
I'll fly till them I've in their Incest found  
Full charged with rage and with my vengeance hot,  
Like a Granado from a Cannon shot,  
Which lights at last upon the Enemy's ground,  
Then breaking deals destruction all around. Ex. King.  R. Go. 
So! now his Jealousy is at the Top;  
Each little blast will serve to keep it up.  
But stay; there's something I've omitted yet,  
Posa's my Enemy: and true he's great.  
Alas! I'm armed 'gainst all that he can do;  
For my snare's large enough to hold him too.  
Yet, I'll disguise that purpose for a while:  
But when he with the rest is caught i'th' Toil,  
I'll boldly out and wanton in the spoil.  Enter Posa. Posa. 
My Lord Rui-Gomez! and the King not here!  
You who so eminent a Favourite are.  
In a King's Eye, should ne'er be absent thence.  R. Go. 
No Sir! 'tis you that by a rising Prince  
Are cherished, and so tread a safer way:  
Rich in that bliss the World waits to enjoy.  Posa. 
Since what may bless the World we ought to prize,  
I wish there were no public enemies.  
No lurking Serpents poison to dispense,  
Nor Wolves to prey on noble Innocence.  
No flatterers that with Royal goodness sport,  
Those stinking weeds that overrun a Court.  R. Go. 
Nay; if good wishes any thing could do;  
I have as earnest wishes Sir as you.  
That tho' perhaps our King enjoys the best  
Of power, yet may he still be doubly blessed.  
May lie—  Posa. 
Nay Gomez you shall ne'er outdo me there;  
Since for Great Philip's good I would you were  
(If possible) more honest than you are.  R. Go. 
Why Posa; what defect can you discern?  Posa. 
Nay half your mysteries I'm yet to learn:  
Tho' this I'll boldly justify to all,  
That you contrive a generous Prince's fall. Gom. smiles.  
Nay think not by your smiles, and careless port,  
To laugh it off: I come not here to sport.  
I do not Sir.  R. Go. 
Young Lord! what meaning has  
This heat?  Posa. 
To let you see I know you're base.  R. Go. 
Nay then I pardon ask that I did smile,  
By heaven I thought, youhad jested all this while.  
Base!—  Posa. 
Yes! more base than impotent or old,  
All virtue in thee, like thy blood, runs cold;  
Thy rotten putrid Carcase is less full,  
Of Rancour and Contagion than thy Soul.  
Even now, before the King I saw it plain,  
But duty to that Presence awed me then;  
Yet there I dared thy Treason with my Sword,  
But still—  
Thy Villainy talked all; Courage had not a word.  
True thou art old; yet if thou hast a Friend,  
To whom thy Cursed Cause thou dar'st commend;  
'Gainst him in public I'll the Innocence  
Maintain, of the fair Queen, and injured Prince.  R. Go. 
Farewell bold Champion—  
Learn better how your passions to disguise,  
Appear less Choleric, and be more wise. Exit R. Go.  Posa. 
How frail is all the glory we design?  
Whilst such as these have power to undermine.  
Unhappy Prince who might'st have safely stood,  
If thou hadst been less great, or not so good.  
Why the vile Monster's blood did I not shed,  
And all the vengeance draw on my own head?  
My honour so, had had this just defence.  
That I preserved my Patron and my Prince. Enter Carlos and Queen.  
Brave Carlos! ha! he's here! O Sir take heed.  
By an unlucky Fate your Love is led;  
The King, the King your Father's jealous grown,  
Forgetting her, his Queen, or you his Son,  
Calls all his vengeance up, against you both.  D. Carl. 
Has then the false Rui-Gomez broke his Oath?  
And after all, my Innocence betrayed?  Posa. 
Yes? all his subtlest snares are for you laid,  
The King within this minute will be here,  
And you are ruined if but seen with her;  
Retire my lord—  Queen. 
How! is he jealous grown!  
I thought my Virtue he had better known.  
His unjust doubts have soon found out the way,  
To make their entry on our Marriage day:  
For yet he has not with me known a night;  
Perhaps his Tyranny is his delight.  
And to such height his Cruelty is grown,  
He'd Exercise it on his Queen and Son.  
But since my Lord, this time we must obey,  
Our Interest; I beg you would not stay.  
Not seeing you he may to me be just.  D. Carl. 
Should I then leave you, Madam?  Queen. 
Yes! you must.  D. Carl. 
Not then, when storms against your Virtue rise!  
No, since to lose you, wretched Carlos dies,  
He'll have the honour of it, in your Cause.  
This is the noblest thing that Fate could do,  
She thus abates the rigour of her Laws.  
Since 'tis some pleasure but to die for you.  Queen. 
Talk not of death, for that even Cowards dare,  
When their base fears compel 'em to despair.  
Hope's the far nobler passion of the Mind,  
Fortune's a Mistress that's with Caution kind,  
Knows that the constant merit her alone;  
They, who though she seem froward, yet court on.  D. Carl. 
To wretched minds thus still some comfort gleams,  
And Angels ease our griefs though but with dreams:  
I have too oft already been deceived,  
And the Cheats grown too plain to be believed.  
You Madam, bid me go. Looking earnestly at the Queen.  Queen. 
You must.  Posa. 
You shall;  
Alas I love you, would not see you fall:  
And yet may find some way t'evade it all.  D. Carl. 
Thou Posa ever wert ' my truest Friend,  
I almost wish thou wert not now so kind;  
Thou, of a thing that's lost tak'st too much care;  
And you fair Angel too indulgent are. To the Queen.  
Great my despair; yet still my Love is higher—  
Well— in obedience to you I'll retire.  
Though during all the Storm I will be nigh,  
Where if I see the danger grow too high,  
To save you Madam, I'll come forth and and die. Exit D. Carlos.  Enter King and Rui-Gomez. King. 
Who would have guessed that this had ever been? Seeing Posa and the Queen.  
Distraction! where shall my revenge begin?  
Why he's the very Bawd to all their sin?  
And to disguise it put's on friendship's mask,  
But his Dispatch, Rui-Gomez is thy task;  
With him pretend some private conference,  
And under that disguise seduce him hence;  
Then in some place fit for the Deed impart  
The business by a Poniard to his Heart.  R. G. 
'Tis done.  King. 
So Madam!— Steps to the Queen.  Queen. 
— By the fury in your eyes,  
I understand you come to tyrannize.  
I hear you are already Jealous grown,  
And dare suspect my Virtue with your Son.  King. 
Oh Womankind! thy mysteries! who can scan  
Too deep for easy weak believing man!  
Hold! let me look! indeed you're wondrous fair,  
So on the outside Sodoms Apples were.  
And yet within, when opened to the view,  
Not half so dangerous, or so foul, as you.  Queen. 
Unhappy Wretched Woman that I am,  
And you unworthy of a Husband's name?  
Do you not blush?—  King. 
Yes Madam for your shame.  
Blush too my Judgement e'er should prove so faint,  
To let me choose a Devil for a Saint.  
When first I saw, and loved, that tempting eye,  
The Fiend within the flame I did not spy;  
But still ran on and Cherished my desires:  
For heavenly Beams mistook Infernal fires.  
Such raging fires, as you have since thought fit  
Alone my Son, my Son's hot Youth, should meet.  
Oh Vengeance, Vengeance!—  Queen. 
— Poor Ungen'rous King!  
How mean's the Soul from which such thoughts must spring!  
Was it for this I did so late submit,  
To let you whine and languish at my feet?  
When with false Oaths you did my heart beguile,  
And proffered all your Empire for a smile.  
Then, then, my freedom 'twas I did resign,  
Though you still swore you would preserve it mine.  
And still it shall be so: For from this hour  
I vow to hate, and never see you more.  
Nay frown not Philip, for you soon shall know  
I can resent and rage as well as you.  King. 
By Hell her pride's as Raging as her lust:  
A Guard there— Seize the Queen— Enter Guard.  Enter Carlos and Intercepts the Guard. D. Carl. 
— Hold Sir be Just.  
First look on me whom once You called your Son.  
A Title I was always proud to own.  King. 
Good heaven to merit this what have I done?  
That he too dares before my sight appear.  D. Carl. 
Why Sir, where is the Cause that I should fear?  
Bold in my Innocence, I come to know  
The reason, why you use this Princess so.  King. 
Sure I shall find some way to raise this siege:  
He talks as if 'twere for his Privilege.  
Foul ravisher of all my Honour hence:  
But stay: Guards with the Queen secure the Prince.  
Wherefore in my Revenge should I be slow?  
Now in my reach, I'll dash 'em at a Blow.  Enter D. John of Austria; Eboli and Henriett▪ Garcia. D. I. 
I come Great Sir, with wonder here, to see  
Your rage grown up to this Extremity  
Against your beauteous Queen, and Loyal Son.  
What is't that they to merit Chains have done?  
Or is't your own wild Jealousy alone?  King. 
Oh Austria thy vain Enquiry Cease,  
If thou hast any value for thy peace;  
My mighty Wrongs so loud an accent bear;  
'Twould make thee miserable but to hear.  D. Carl. 
Father, if I may dare to call you so,  
Since now I doubt if I'm your Son or no:  
As you have sealed my doom I may Complain.  King. 
Will then that Monster dare to speak again?  D. Car. 
Yes: dying men should not their thoughts disguise;  
And since You take such Joy in Cruelties;  
ere of my death the new delight begin,  
Be pleased to hear how cruel You have been.  
Time was that we were smiled on by our fate,  
You not Unjust, nor I unfortunate.  
Then, then, I was your Son, and you were glad  
To hear my early praise was talked abroad.  
Then Loves dear sweets you to me would display,  
Told me where this rich Beauteous Treasure lay,  
And how to gained instructed me the way.  
I came, and saw, and loved, and blessed you for't.  
But then when Love had sealed her to my heart,  
You Violently tore her from my side:  
And 'cause my Bleeding Wound I could not hide,  
But still some pleasure to behold her took;  
You now will have my life but for a look.  
Wholly forgetting all the pains I bore,  
Your heart with envious Jealousy boil o'er,  
'Cause I can love no less, and you no more.  Hen. 
Alas! how can you hear his soft Complaint,  
And not your hardened stubborn heart relent?  
Turn Sir, survey that comely awful man,  
And to my Prayers be cruel if you can.  King. 
Away deluder: who taught thee to sue?  Eboli. 
Loving the Queen what is't she less can do,  
Then lend her aid against the dreadful storm?  King. 
Why can the Devil dwell too in that form?  
This is their little Engine by the by,  
A Scout to watch, and tell when danger's nigh.  
Come pretty sinner Thou'st inform me all,  
How, where, and when, nay do not fear— you shall  Hen. 
Ah Sir Unkind!— Kneels.  King. 
— Now hold thy Siren's Tongue.  
Who would have thought there were a Witch so young?  D. I. 
Can you to suing Beauty stop your Ears?  
Hea'vn lays its Thunder by, and gladly hears Takes up Hen. and makes his address to her.  
When Angels are become petitioners.  Eboli. 
Ha! what makes Austria so officious there!  
That glance seems as it sent his heart to her. aside to Garcia.  D. Carl. 
A Banquet then of blood since you design,  
Yet you may satisfy yourself with mine.  
I love the Queen, I have confessed 'tis true:  
Proud too to think I love her more than you;  
Though she by Heaven is clear— but I indeed  
Have been unjust, and do deserve to bleed.  
There were no lawless thoughts that I did want,  
Which Love had power to ask, or Beauty grant.  
Tho' I ne'er yet found hopes to raise 'em on,  
For she did still preserve her Honour's Throne:  
And dashed the bold aspiring Devil's down.  
If to her Cause you do not credit give  
Fondly against your happiness you'll strive,  
As some loose Heaven because they won't believe.  Queen. 
Whilst Prince, my preservation you design,  
Blot not your Virtue to add more to mine.  
The clearness of my truth I'd not have shown,  
By any other light besides its Own,  
No Sir, he through despair all this has said,  
And owns Offences which he never made.  
Why should you think that I would do you wrong?  
Must I needs be Unchaste because I'm young?  King. 
Unconstant Wavering heart why heav'st thou so?  
I shiver all, and know not what I do.  
I who e'er now have Armies led to fight,  
Thought War a Sport, and danger a delight:  
Whole Winter nights stood under heavens' wide roof  
Daring my foes: now am not Beauty proof.  
Oh turn away those Basilisks thy Eyes,  
th'infection fatal, and who sees 'em, dies. Goes away.  Qu. 
Oh do not fly me; I have no design  
Upon your life, for You may yet save mine. Kneels.  
Or if at last I must my Breath submit,  
Here take it, 'tis an offering at your feet.  
Will you not look on me my dearest Lord?  King. 
Why wouldst Thou live!—  Qu. 
Yes, if You'll say the Word.  D. Carl. 
Oh Heaven! how Coldly, and unmoved, he sees  
A praying Beauty prostrate on her knees!  
Rise Madam— Steps to take her up.  King. 
— Bold Encroacher touch her not:  
Into my breast her glances thick are shot.  
Not true?— stay let me see,— By Heaven Thou art Looks earnestly on her.  
— A false Vile Woman— Oh my foolish heart!  
I give thee life— But from this time refrain,  
And never come into my sight again:  
Be banished ever.—  Queen. 
— This you must not do,  
At least till I've convinced you I am true.  
Grant me but so much time, and when that's done,  
If you think sit, for ever I'll be gone.  King. 
I've all this while been angry but in vain;  
She heats me first, than strokes me tame again.  
Oh wert thou true how happy should I be!  
Think'st Thou that I have Joy to part with thee?  
No, all my Kingdom for the bliss I'd give:  
Nay though it were not so but to believe.  
Come, for I can't avoid it, Cheat me quite.  Qu. 
I would not Sir deceive you if I might,  
But if you'll take my Oaths; by all above  
'Tis you, and only you that I will love.  King. 
Thus as a Mariner that sails along,  
With pleasure hears th'enticing Siren's Song,  
Unable quite his strong desires to bound,  
Boldly leaps in though certain to be drowned.  
Come to my bosom then; make no delay:  
My rage is hushed, and I have room for Joy. Takes her in his Arms.  Queen. 
Again, you'll think that I unjust will prove?  King. 
No Thou art all o'er truth, and I all love.  
Oh that we might for ever thus remain  
In folded Arms, and never part again!  Queen. 
Command me any thing, and try your power.  King. 
Then from this minute ne'er see Carlos more.  
Thou slave that dar'st do ill with such a port,  
For ever here I banish thee my Court.  
Within some Cloister lead a private life:  
That I may love and rule without this strife.  
Here Eboli receive her to thy Charge.  
The Treasure's precious, and the trust is large,  
Whilst I retiring hence, myself make fit  
To wait for Joys, which are too sierce to meet.  Exit King. D. Carl. 
My Exile from his presence I can hear  
With pleasure; But no more to look on her!  
Oh 'tis a dreadful Curse I cannot bear!  
No Madam, all his power shall nothing do:  
I'll stay, and take my Banishment from you.  
Do you Command me, see how far I'll fly.  Qu. 
Will Carlos be at last my Enemy?  
Consider this submission I have shown;  
More to preserve your safety then my own?  
Ungratefully you needless ways devise  
To lose a life, which I so dearly prize.  D. Carl. 
So; now her fortune's made: and I am left aside.  
Alone, a naked wanderer to shift: To the Queen.  
Madam you might have spared the Cruelty;  
Blessed with your sight I was prepared to die:  
But now to lose it drives me to despair;  
Making me wish to die, and yet not dare.  
Well, to some solitary shore I'll roam,  
And never more into your presence come:  
Since I already find I'm Troublesome. is going.  Qu. 
Stay, Sir, Yet stay:— You shall not leave me so.  D. Carl. 
Ha!—  Qu. 
— I must talk with you before you go.  
Oh Carlos how unhappy is our state?  
How foul a game was played us by our Fate!  
Who promised fair when we did first Begin,  
Till Envying to see us like to Win:  
Straight Fell to Cheat, and threw the false Lot in.  
My Vows to You I now remember all.  D. Carl. 
Oh Madam, I can hear no more.— Kneels.  Qu. 
— You shall.— Kneels too.  
For I can't choose but let you know, that I  
If you'll resolve on't Yet will with you die.  D. Car. 
Sure nobler gallantry was never known  
Good Heaven! this Blessing is too much for one  
No, 'tis enough for me to die alone.  
My Father, all my foes I now forgive.  Queen. 
Nay Sir by all our Loves I charge You live;  
But to what Country, Wheresoever You go,  
Forget not me, for I'll remember You.  D. Carl. 
Shall I such Virtue, and such Charms forget?  
No, never—  Queen. 
— Oh that we had never met.  
But in our distant Climates still been free!  
I might have heard of you, and you of me:  
So towards happiness more safely moved;  
And never been thus wretched, Yet have loved.  
What makes you look so wildly?— why d'you start?  D. Carl. 
A faint cold damp is Thick'ning round my heart.  Queen. 
What shall we do?—  D. Carl. 
— Do any thing but part.  
Or stay so long till my poor Soul expires:  
In View of all the Glory it admires.  Eboli. 
In such a Lover how might I be blessed!  
Oh were I of that noble Heart possessed, aside.  
How soft, how easy would I make his bands!  
But Madam, You forgot the King's Commands: To the Queen.  
Longer to stay your dangers You'll Renew.  D. Car. 
Ah Princess! Lover's pains you never knew;  
Or what it is to part as we must do.  
Part too for ever!—  
After one Minute, never more to stand  
Fixed on those Eyes, or pressing this soft hand;  
'Twere but enough to feed on, and not starve:  
Yet that is more than I did ere deserve.  
Though fate to us is niggardly and poor;  
That from Eternity can't spare one hour.  Qu. 
If it were had, that hour would soon be gone,  
And we should wish to draw another on.  
No, Rigorous necessity has made  
Us both his slaves; and now will be obeyed.  
Come let us try the parting blow to bear.  
Adieu.—  D. Car. 
Farewell. Looking at each other.  
— I'm fixed and rooted here,  
I cannot stir—  Qu. 
Shall I the way then show?  
Now, hold my heart!— Goes to the door, then stops, and turns back again.  
— Nay Sir, why don't you go?  D. Carl. 
Why do you stay?—  Qu. 
I won't.—  D. Car. 
— You shall a while Kneels.  
With one look more my Miseries beguile,  
That may support my heart till you are gone.  Qu. 
Oh Eboli thy help or I'm undone! Takes hold on Eboli.  
Here take it then, and with it too my life. Leans into Eboli's arms.  D. Car. 
My Courage with my Tortures is at strife:  
Since my griefs Cowards are, and dare not kill,  
I'll try to vanquish, and out-toyl the ill.  
Well Madam, now I'm something hardy grown;  
Since I at last perceive you must be gone:  
To venture the Encounter I'll be bold, Leads her to the door.  
For Certainly my heart will so long hold.  
Farewell— be happy as y are fair and true.  Qu. 
And all heavens' kindest Angels wait on You.  Exit with Eboli. D. Carl. 
Thus long I wandered in Love's crooked way,  
By hope's deluding Meteor, led astray:  
For e'er I've half the dangerous desert crossed,  
The glimmering light's gone out, and I am lost.  Exit D. Carlos. 
The End of the Third Act.   

The Fourth ACT.  SCENE, The Antichamber to the Queen's Apartment. Don Carlos, and Posa. D. Carlos. 
THe next is the Apartment of the Queen; is going. returns.  
In vain I try, I must not venture in.  
Thus is it with the Souls of murdered men;  
Who to their Bodies would again repair,  
But finding that they cannot enter there,  
Mourning and groaning wander in the Air.  
robbed of my Love, and as unjustly thrown  
From all those hopes that promised me a Crown,  
My heart, with the Dishonour's to me done,  
Is poisoned, swells too mighty for my breast;  
But it will break, and I shall be at rest.  
No: Dull despair this Soul shall never Load,  
Though Patience be the Virtue of a God:  
Gods never feel the ills that govern here,  
Or are above the Injuries we bear.  
Father! and King! both names bear mighty sense:  
Yet sure there's something too in Son, and Prince.  
I was born high, and will not fall less great,  
Since Triumph Crowned my Birth! I'll have my Fate,  
As Glorious and Magestick too, as that.  
To Flanders Posa, straight my Letters send,  
Tell 'em the injured Carlos is their Friend.  
And that to head their Forces I design,  
So vindicate their Cause, if they dare mine.  Posa. 
To th'Rebels!—  D. Carlos. 
No theyare Friends, their Cause is just,  
Or when I make it mine, at least, it must;  
Let th'Common Rout like Beasts Love to be Dull,  
Whilst sordidly they live at ease and full!  
Senseless what Honour or Ambition means,  
And ignorantly drag their Load of Chains.  
I am a Prince have had a Crown in view,  
And cannot brook to lose the prospect now;  
If thouart my Friend, do not my will delay.  Posa. 
I'll do't.— Exit Posa.  Enter Eboli. Ebol. 
My Lord!  D. Carl. 
Who calls me?  Ebol. 
You must stay.  D. Carl. 
What news of fresh affliction can you bear?  Ebol. 
Suppose it were the Queen, you'd stay for her?  D. Carl. 
For Her! Yes, stay an Age, for ever stay.  
Stay even till time itself should pass away!  
Fix here a Statue never to remove,  
An everlasting Monument of Love.  
Though, may a thing so wretched as I am,  
But the least place in her remembrance claim?  Ebol. 
Yes, if you dare believe me Sir you do;  
We both can talk of nothing else but you:  
Whilst from the theme even Emulation springs,  
Each striving who shall say the kindest things.  D. Carl. 
But from that Charity I poorly live,  
Which only pities and can nothing give.  Ebol. 
Nothing! propose! what 'tis you claim, and I,  
For ought you know may be security.  D. Carl. 
No Madam! what's my due none e'er can pay,  
There stands that Angel Honour in the way  
Watching his Charge with never sleeping eyes,  
And stops my Entrance into Paradise.  Ebol. 
What Paradise! what Pleasures can you know  
Which are not in my power to bestow?  D. Carl. 
Love! Love! and all those eager melting charms,  
The Queen must yield when in my Father's arms.  
That Queen so excellently richly fair,  
jove could he come again a Lover here  
Would Court Mortality to die for her.  
Oh Madam! take not pleasure to renew  
Those pains which if you felt you would not do.  Ebol. 
Unkindly urged: think you no sense I have  
Of what you feel? Now you may take your Leave;  
Something I had to say, but let it die.  D. Carl. 
Why Madam, who has injured you? not I.  Ebol. 
Nay Sir! your presence I would not Detain!  
Alas! you do not hear that I complain!  
Tho' could you half of my Misfortunes see,  
Methinks you should incline to pity me.  D. Carl. 
I cannot guests what mournful tale you'd tell;  
But I am certain you prepare me well.  
Speak Madam!—  Ebol. 
Say I loved, and with a flame  
Which even melts my tender heart to name;  
Loved too a man! I will not say ingrate,  
Because he's far above my Birth or Fate.  
Yet so far He at least does cruel prove,  
He prosecutes a dead and hopeless Love.  
Starves on a barren Rock, and won't be blessed,  
Tho' I invite him kindly to a Feast.  D. Carl. 
What stupid Animal could senseless lie,  
Quickened by beams from that Illustrious eye!  Ebol. 
Nay to increase your wonder you shall know  
That I, alas! am forced to tell him too:  
Till even I blush as now I tell it you.  D. Carl. 
You neither shall have cause of shame or fear,  
Whose Secrets safe within my Bosom are.  Ebol. 
Then farther I the riddle may explain,  
Survey that Face, and blame me if you can! Shows him his own Picture.  D. Carl. 
Distraction on my eyes what have they seen!  
'Tis my own Picture which I sent the Queen.  
When to her Fame I paid Devotion first,  
Expecting bliss but lost it I am cursed.  
Cursed too in thee, who from my Saint dar'st steal  
The only Relic left her of my Zeal!  
And with the Sacrilege attempt my heart,  
Were't thou more charming than thou think'st thou art!  
Almighty Love preserves the Fort for her,  
And bids defiance to thy Entrance there.  Ebol. 
Neglected! scorned! by Father and by Son;  
What a malicious course my Stars have run?  
But since I meet with such unlucky Fate  
In love; I'll try how I can thrive in hate.  
My own dull Husband may assist in that:  
To his revenge I▪ le give him fresh alarms, aside.  
And with the gray old Wizzard muster charms  
I have't: Thanks, thanks Revenge: Prince 'tis thy bane!  
Can you forgive me Sir? I hope you can, To Carl. mildly.  
I'll try to recompense the wrongs I've done,  
And better finish what is ill begun.  D. Carl. 
Madam! you at so strange a rate proceed,  
I shall begin to think you Loved indeed.  Ebol. 
No matter! be but to my Honour true,  
As you shall ever find I'll be to you.  
The Queens my charge, and you may on that score,  
Presume that you shall see her yet once more.  
I'll lead you to those so much worshipped charms;  
And yield you to my happy Rivals arms.  D. Carl. 
In what a mighty Sum shall I be bound,  
I did not think such Virtue could be found.  
Thou Mistress of all best perfections stay?  
Fain I in gratitude would something say!  
But am too far in Debt for thanks to pay.  Enter Don John of Austria. D. john. 
Where is that Prince, He whose afflictions speak,  
So loud as all Hearts but his own might break!  D. Carl. 
My Lord! what Fate has left me I am here  
Mere man; of all my comforts stripped, and bare:  
Once like a Vine I flourished, and was young,  
Rich in my ripening hopes that spoke me strong.  
But now a dry and withered stock am grown:  
And all my Clusters and my Branches gone.  D. john. 
Amongst those numbers which your wrongs deplore,  
Then me, there's none that can resent 'em more.  
I feel a generous grudging in my breast,  
To see such honour and such hopes oppressed.  
The King your Father is my Brother, true,  
But I see more thats like myself in you.  
Freeborn I am, and not on him depend:  
Obliged to none but whom I call my Friend.  
And if that Title you think fit to bear,  
Accept the Confirmation of it here. Embrace.  D. Carl. 
From you, to whom I'm by such Kindness tied,  
The secrets of my Soul I will not hide.  
This generous Princess has her promise given,  
I once more shall be brought in sight of Heaven.  
To the fair Queen my last Devotion pay,  
And then for Flanders I intent my way.  
Where to th'insulting Rebels I'll give Law,  
To keep myself from wrongs, and them in awe.  D. john. 
Prosperity to the Design, 'Tis good;  
Both worthy of your Honour and your Blood.  D. Carl. 
My Lord, your spreading Glories flourish high,  
Above the reach or shock of Destiny;  
Mine early niped like Buds untimely die.  Enter Officer of the Guard. Offic. 
My Lord! I grieve to tell what you must hear,  
They are unwelcome Orders which I bear,  
Which are to guard you as a Prisoner.  D. Carl. 
A prisoner! what new game of Fate's begun?  
Henceforth be ever cursed the name of Son:  
Since I must be a Slave because I'm one.  
Duty! to whom? He's not my Father: no:  
Back with your Orders to the Tyrant go,  
Tell him his Fury drives too much one way;  
I'm weary on't, and can no more obey.  D. john. 
If asked by whose Commands you did decline  
Your Orders, Tell my Brother, 'Twas by mine. Ex. Officer.  D. Carl. 
Now were I certain it would sink me quite;  
I'd see the Queen once more Though but in spite.  
Tho' He wish all his fury were in place,  
I would caress and court her to his face.  
Oh that I could this minute die, if so  
What he had lost he might too lately know,  
Cursing himself to think what he has done:  
For I was ever an obedient Son.  
With pleasure all his glories saw when young,  
Looked and with pride considering whence I sprung.  
Joyfully under him and free I played  
Baskt in his shine and wantoned in his shade—  
But now—  
Cancelling all what e'er he then conferred  
He thrusts me out among the common Herd.  
Nor quietly will there permit my stay  
But drives and hunts me like a Beast of prey,  
Affliction! Oh affliction! 'tis too great,  
Nor have I ever learned to suffer yet.  
Though ruin at me from each side take aim,  
And I stand thus encompassed round with flame▪  
Tho' the devouring fire approaches fast,  
Yet; will I try to plunge: if power waste,  
I can at worst but sink and burn at last. Ex. D. Carlos.  D. john. 
Go on! pursue thy fortune while 'tis hot,  
I long for work where Honour's to be got.  
But, Madam, to this Prince, you're wondrous kind.  Ebol. 
You are not less to Henriet. I find.  D. john. 
Why, she's a Beauty, tender, young, and fair.  Ebol. 
I thought I might in charms have equalled her.  
You told me once my Beauty was not less,  
Is this your faith? are these your promises?  D. john. 
You would seem jealous, but are crafty grown.  
Tax me of falsehood to conceal your own.  
Go, You're a woman—  Ebol. 
Yes. I know I am.  
And by my weakness do deserve that name.  
When heart and Honour I to you resigned.  
Would I were not a woman or less kind!  D. john. 
Think you your falsehood was not plainly seen,  
When to your Charge my Brother gave the Queen.  
Too well I saw it: how did you dispense,  
In looks your pity to th' afflicted Prince.  
Whilst I my duty paid the King: your time  
You watched, and fixed your melting eyes on him,  
Admired him—  Ebol. 
Yes Sir, for his constancy—  
But 'twas with pain to think you false to me,  
When to another's eyes you homage paid,  
And my true love wronged and neglected laid.  
Wronged too so far as nothing can restore.  D. john. 
Nay, then let's part and think of love no more.  
Farewell— D. I. is going.  Ebol. 
Farewell, if you're resolved to go.  
Inhuman Austria can you leave me so?  
Enough my Soul is by your falsehood racked.  
Add not to your inconstancy neglect.  
Methinks you so far might have grateful proved,  
Not to have quite forgotten that I loved.  D. john. 
If e'er you loved, 'tis you not I forget.  
For a Remove 'tis here too deeply set.  
Firm rooted and for ever must remain. Ebol. turns away.  
Why thus unkind?—  Ebol. 
Why are you jealous then? turns to him.  D. john. 
Come, let it be no more! I'm hushed and still!  
Will you forgive?  Ebol. 
How can you doubt my will!  
I do:  D. john. 
Then send me not away unblessed.  Ebol. 
Till your return I will not think of rest.  
Carlos will hither suddenly repair.  
The next Apartment's mine; I'll wait you there.  
Farewell. Ebol. seems to weep.  D. john. 
O do not let me see a Tear.  
It quenches Joy and stifles appetite.  
Like Wars fierce God upon my bliss I'd prey;  
Who from the furious Toils of Arms all day:  
Returning home to Love's fair Queen at night,  
Comes riotous and hot with full delight— Ex. D. john.  Ebol. 
H'has reaped his Joys, and now he would be free,  
And to effect it puts on Jealousy.  
But I'm as much a Libertine as Herald  
As fierce my will as furious my desires,  
Yet will I hold him; Tho' enjoyment tires,  
Though Love and Appetite be at the best;  
He'll serve as common meats fill up a Feast;  
And look like plenty though we never taste.  Enter Rui-Gomez. 
Old Lord! I bring thee News will make thee young.  R. Gom. 
Speak, there was always Music in thy Tongue.  Ebol. 
Thy Foes are tottering, and the Day's thy own,  
Give 'em but one lift now and they go down.  
Quickly to th' King and all his Doubts renew,  
Appear disturbed as If you something knew,  
Too difficult, and dangerous to relate.  
Then bring him hither labouring with the weight▪  
I will take care that Carlos shall be here,  
So for his jealous eyes a sight prepare:  
Shall prove more fatal than Medusa's head,  
And he more Monster seem than she e'er made  Enter King attended. King. 
Still how this Tyrant Doubt torments my Breast!  
When shall I get th'Usurper dispossessed?  
My thoughts like Birds when frighted from their rest,  
Around the place where all was hushed before,  
Flutter and hardly settle any more—  
Ha! Gomez! What art thou thus musing on? Sees Gomez.  R. Gom. 
I'm thinking what it is to have a Son.  
What mighty cares and what tempestuous strife  
Attend on an unhappy Father's life?  
How Children Blessings seem, but Torments are,  
When young our folly, and when old our fear.  King. 
Why dost thou bring these odd reflections here?  
Thou enviest sure the quiet which I bear.  R. Gom. 
No Sir: I joy i'th' ease which you possess.  
And wish you never may have cause for less.  King. 
Have cause for less! come nearer, Thou art sad,  
And look'st as thou wouldst tell me that I had:  
Now, now, I feel it rising up again—  
Speak quickly, where is Carlos, where the Queen?  
What not a word? have my wrongs struck thee dumb?  
Or art thou swollen and labouring with my doom?  
Yet dar'st not let the fatal secret come?  R Gom. 
Heaven great infirmities to age allots:  
I'm old and have a thousand doting Thoughts:  
Seek not to know 'em Sir.  King. 
By Heaven I must.  R. Gom. 
Nay, I would not be by compulsion just.  King. 
Yet; if without it you refuse, you shall.  R. Gom. 
Grant me then one request, I'll tell you all.  King. 
Name thy Petition, and conclude it done.  R. Gom. 
It is that you would here for give your Son,  
For all his past offences to this hour.  King. 
The hast almost asked a thing beyond my power,  
But so much goodness i'th' request I find,  
Spite of myself I'll for thy sake be kind;  
His Pardon's sealed: The secret now declare.  R. Gom. 
Alas! 'tis only that I saw him here.—  King. 
Where with the Queen? Yes, yes, 'tis so I'm sure.  
Never were wrongs so great as I endure.  
So great, that they are grown beyond Complaint,  
For half my patience might have made a Saint.  
O Woman! Monstrous Woman!  
Did I for this into my breast receive,  
The promising repenting Fugitive?  
But Gomez, I will throw her back again,  
And thou shalt see me smile, and tear her then:  
I'll crush her heart, where all the poison lies:  
Till when the Venom's out, the Viper dies.  R. Gom. 
They the best method of revenge pursue,  
Who so contrive that it may Justice show:  
Stay till their wrongs appear at such a head,  
That Innocence may have no room to plead.  
Your fury, Sir, at least a while delay,  
I guess the Prince may come again this way:  
Here I'll withdraw and watch his privacy.  King. 
And when he's fixed, be sure bring word to me.  
Till then, I'll bridle vengeance, and retire,  
Within my breast suppress this angry sire:  
Till to my eyes my wrongs themselves display,  
Then like a Falcon, gently cut my way;  
And with my pounces seize th'unwary prey. Ex. King.  Enter Eboli. Ebol. 
I've overheard the business with delight,  
And find revenge will have a Feast to night.  
Though thy declining years are in their wane,  
I can perceive there's youth still in thy brain.  
Away. The Queen is coming hither. Ex. R. Gom.  Enter Queen, and Women. Henrietta. Queen. 
Now  
To all felicity a long adieu!  
Where are you Eboli?  Ebol. 
Madam, I'm here.  Qu. 
Oh how fresh fears assault me every where!  
I hear that Carlos is a prisoner made.  Ebol. 
No, Madam, he the Orders disobeyed;  
And boldly owns for Flanders he intends,  
To head the Rebels, whom he styles his friends.  
But e'er he goes, by me does humbly sue,  
That he may take his last farewell of you.  Queen. 
Will he then force his Destiny at last?  
Hence quickly to him, Eboli, make haste:  
Tell him, I beg his purpose he'd delay:  
Or if that can't his resolution stay,  
Say I have sworn not to survive the hour,  
In which I hear that he has left this shore.  
Tell him, I've gained his pardon of the King.  
Tell him— to stay him— tell him any thing.—  Ebol. 
One word from you his Duty would restore,  
And though you promised ne'er to see him more,  
Methinks you might upon so just a score.  
But see he's here—  Enter Don Carlos. D. Carl. 
Run out of breath by Fate,  
And persecuted by a Father's hate,  
Wearied with all, I panting hither fly,  
To lay myself down at your feet and die. Kneels and kisses her hands.  Qu. 
Oh too unhappy Carlos! yet unkind!  
'Gainst you what harms have ever I designed,  
That you should with such violence decree;  
Ungratefully at last to murder me?  D. Carl. 
Pour all thy Curses, Heaven! upon this head.  
For I've the worst of vengeance merited;  
That yet I impudently live to hear,  
Myself upbraided of a wrong to her. he rises.  
Say, has your Honour been by me betrayed?  
Or have I snares t' entrap your virtue laid?  
Tell me: if not, why do you then upbraid?  Queen. 
You will not know the afflictions which you give,  
Was't not my last request that you would live?  
I by our Vows conjured it; but I see,  
Forgetting them; unmindful too of me;  
Regardless your own ruin you design;  
Though you are sure to purchase it with mine.  D. Carl. 
I as you bade me ' i've, obeyed with pride.  
Though it was harder far than to have died.  
But loss of Liberty my life disdains.  
These Limbs were never made to suffer Chains.  
My Father should have singled out some Crown,  
And bidden me go conquered for my own:  
He should have seen what Carlos would have done.  
But to proscribe my freedom, sink me low,  
To base confinement where no comforts flow:  
But black Despair that foul Tormentor lies:  
With all my present load of Miseries,  
Was to my Soul too violent a smart,  
And roused the sleeping Lion in my heart.  Queen. 
Yet then be kind; your angry Father's rage,  
I know the least submission will assuage.  
You're hot with Youth, He's choleric with Age.  
To him: and put a true obedience on;  
Be humble, and express yourself a Son.  
Carlos! I beg it of you: Will you not?  D. Carl. 
Methinks 'tis very hard; but yet I'll do't.  
I must obey whatever you prefer;  
Knowing you're all Divine, and cannot err.  
For if my Dooms unalt'rable, I shall  
This way at least with less Dishonour fall.  
And Princes less my tameness thus condemn,  
When I for you shall suffer, though by him.  Queen. 
In my Apartment farther we'll debate  
Of this; and for a happy issue wait.  
Your presence there he cannot disapprove,  
When it shall speak your Duty and my Love. Ex. Carl. and Queen.  Enter R. Gomez. Ebol. 
Now Gomez triumph. All is ripe. The Toil  
Has caught 'em, and Fate saw it with a smile.  
Thus far the Work of Destiny was mine;  
But I'm content the Masterpiece be thine.  
Away to th' King; prepare his Soul for Blood;  
A Mystery thou well hast understood:  
Whilst I go rest within a Lover's arms,  
And to my Austria lay out all my charms. aside. Exit.  R. Gom 
Fate open now thy Book, and set 'em down,  
I have already marked 'em for thy own.  Enter King, and Posa (at a distance.) 
My Lord the King.  King. 
Gomez!  R. Gom. 
The same.  King. 
Hast seen  
The Prince?  R. Gom. 
I have.  King. 
Where is he?  R. Gom 
With the Queen.  King. 
Now ye that dwell in everlasting slame,  
And keep Records of all ye mean to damn,  
Show me, if 'mongst your Precedents there e'er  
Was seen a Son like him, or wife like her!  
Hark Gomez! didst not hear th'Infernals groan?  
Hush Hell a little, and they are thy own.  Posa. 
Who should these be? the King and Gomez sure: at a distance.  
Methinks, I wish that Carlos were secure.  
For Flanders his Dispatches I've prepared.  King. 
Who's there? 'Tis Posa Pander to their Lust. drawing near to Posa.  
Now Gomez to his heart thy Dagger Thrust;  
In the pursuit of vengeance drive it-far,  
Strike deep, and if thou canst wound Carlos there.  R. Gom. 
I'll do't as close as happy Lovers kiss;  
May he strike mine if of his heart I miss.  
Thus Sir— Stabs him.  Posa. 
Ha Gomez! Villain! thou hast done  
Thy worst! but yet I would not die alone:  
Here Dog— Stabs at him.  R. Gom. 
So brisk! then take it once again, As they are struggling the Dispatches fall out of Posa 's bosom.  
'Twas only Sir to put you out of pain.  Stabs him again, and Posa falls. Posa. 
My Lord! the King! but life too far is gone,  
I faint! be mindful of your Queen and Son. Die.  King. 
The Slave in death repents and warns me, Yes  
I shall be very mindful: What are These? Takes up the Dispatches.  
For Flanders! with the Prince's Signet sealed?  
Here's Villainy has yet been unrevealed.  
See Gomez! practices against my Crown: Shows 'em him.  
Treason and Lust have Joined to pull me down.  
Yet still I stand like a firm sturdy Rock,  
Whilst they but split themselves with their own shock.  
But I too long delay, give word I come.  R. Gom. 
What hoa! within: the King is nigh, make room.  The SCENE draws, and discovers D. John, and Eboli embraacing. King. 
Now let me if I can to fury add,  
That when I thunder, I may strike 'em dead.  Looking earnestly on 'em. 
Ha!— Gomez! on this Truth depends thy Life,  
Why that's our Brother Austria!  R. G. 
And my Wife!  
Embracing close; Whilst I was busy grown  
In others ruins, here I've met my own.  
Oh! had I perished ere 'twas understood.  King. 
This is the Nest, where Lust and falsehood brood.  
Is it not admirable?— Exit D. John and Eboli embracing.  R. Gom. 
O Sir yes!  
Ten thousand Devils tear the Sorceress—  King. 
But they are gone, and my Dishonour's near.  Enter D. Carlos and Queen discoursing. 
Look my incestuous Son and Wife appear!  
See Gomez, how she Languishes and dies,  
'S'death! There are very pulses in her eyes.  D. Carlos approaches the King. D. Carl. 
In peace, Heaven ever guard the King from harms,  
In War Success and Triumph crown his Arms:  
Till all the Nations of the World shall be  
Humbled and prostrate at his feet like me. Kneels.  
I hear your fury has my Death designed;  
Though I've deserved the worst, you may be kind:  
Behold me as your poor unhappy Son,  
And do not spill that blood which is your own.  King. 
Yes! when my blood grows tainted I ne'er doubt  
But for my health, 'tis good to let it out:  
But thine's a stranger like thy soul to me,  
Or else be cursed thy Mother's memory:  
And doubly cursed be that unhappy night,  
In which I purchased torment with delight.  D. Carl. 
Thus than I lay aside all rights of blood, Rises boldly.  
My Mother cursed! she was all Just and good.  
Tyrant! too good to stay with thee below,  
And therefore's blessed, and reigns above thee now.  
Submission, which way got it entrance here!  King. 
Perhaps it came e'er Treason was aware,  
Thy traitorous designs now come to Light,  
Too great, and horrid to be hid in night:  
See here my Honour and thy Duties stains; Shows the Dispatches.  
I've paid your Secretary for his pains.  
He waits you there, to Councils with him, go  
Ask what Intelligence from Flanders now. Shows Posa 's Body.  D. Carl. 
My Friend here slain, my faithful Posa, 'tis;  
Good Heaven! what have I done to merit this?  
What Temples sacked? what Desolations made,  
To pull down such a vengeance on my head?  
This Villain, was thy work; what Friend of thine To Gomez.  
Did I e'er wrong, that thou shouldst murder mine?  
But I le take care it shall not want reward— Draws.  King. 
Courage, my Gomez! since thy King's thy Guard.  
Come Rebel, and thy Villainies fulfil.  D. Carl. 
No: Tho' unjust, you are my Father still. Throws away his Sword.  
And from that Title must your safety own:  
'Tis that which awes my hand, and not your Crown.  
'Tis true all there contained I had designed;  
To such a height your Jealousy was grown,  
It was the only way that I could find  
To work your peace, and to procure my own.  King. 
Thinking my Youth and Vigour to decrease,  
You'd ease me of my Crown to give me peace.  D. Carl. 
Alas! you fetch your misconstructions far,  
The injuries to Me, and wrongs to her,  
Were much too great for Empire to repair:  
When you forgot a Father's Love, and quite  
Deprived me of a Sons and Princes right:  
Branded my Honour, and pursued my Life,  
My Duty Long with Nature was at strife:  
Not that I feared my Memory or Name,  
Could suffer by the voice of common Fame.  
A thing I still esteemed beneath my pride;  
For though condemned by all the world beside,  
Had you but thought me just, I could have died.  
At last this only way I found, to fly  
Your anger, and divert you Jealousy—  
To go for Flanders, and be so removed  
From all, I ever honoured, ever Loved.  
There in your right hoping I might complete,  
' Spite of my wrongs some Action truly great.  
Thus by my Faith and Sufferings to out-wear  
Your hate, and shun that storm which threatened here.  Queen. 
And can this merit hate! he would forgo  
The joys and charms of Courts to purchase you:  
Banish himself, and stem the dangerous Tide  
Of Lawless outrage, and rebellious pride.  King. 
How evenly she pleads in his defence!  
So blind is guilt when 'twould seem Innocence.  
She thinks her softness may my rage Disarm;  
No, Sorceress! You're mistaken in your charm.  
And whilst you soothe, do but assist the storm.  
Do, take full view of your tall able slave, Q. looking on Carlos.  
Look hard; it is the last you're like to have.  D. Carl. 
My Life or Death are in your power to give.  King. 
Yes, and thou diest!  D. Carl. 
Not till she give me leave;  
She is the Star that rules my Destiny.  
And whilst her Aspect's kind, I cannot die.  Qu. 
No Prince, for ever live, be ever blessed.  King. 
Yes, I will send him to 's eternal rest!  
Oh! had I took the Journey long ago,  
I ne'er had known the pains that rack me now.  Queen. 
What pains? what racks? approaching him.  King. 
Avoid and touch me not.  
I see thee foul all one incestuous blot:  
Thy broken Vows are in thy guilty face.  Queen. 
Have I then in your pity left no place?  King. 
Oh thus it was you drew me in before,  
With promises you ne'er would see him more.  
But now your subtlest Wiles too weak are grown,  
I've gotten freedom and I'll keep't my own.  Queen. 
May you be ever free, but can your Mind.  
Conceive that any ill was here designed?  
He hither came only that he might show  
Obedience, and be reconciled to you.  
You saw his humble Dutiful address.  King. 
But you beforehand signed the happy Peace.  Enter Eboli. 
Oh Princess thank you for the Care you take!  
Tell me! how got this Monster entrance? speak.  Ebol. 
Heaven witness, 'twas without my knowledge done.  R. Gom. 
No, she had other business of her own. aside.  
Oh Blood and Murder—  King. 
All are false! A Guard. Enter Guard.  
Seize on that Traitor.— To Carlos.  D. Carl. 
Welcome: I am prepared.  Queen. 
Stay Sir! let me die too, I can obey.  King. 
No, Thou shalt live. Seemingly kind.  
By heaven but not a Day;  
I a revenge so exquisite have framed, aside.  
She unrepenting dies, and so she's damned.  Henr. 
If ever pity could your heart engage,  
If e'er you hope for blessings on your Age,  
Incline your ears to a poor Virgin's prayer.  King. 
I dare not venture thee, thou art too fair.  
What wouldst thou say?  Henr. 
Destroy not in one man  
More Virtue than the World can boast again.  
View him the eldest pledge of your first Love,  
Your Virgin Joys! that may some pity move—  King. 
No: for the wrongs I suffer weigh it down,  
I'd now not spare his life to save my own.  
Away by thy soft Tongue, I'll not be caught.  Henr. 
By all that hopes can frame I beg, if not;  
May you by some base hand unpityed die;  
And childless Mother's curse your Memory.  
By Honour; Love; by Life!—  King. 
Fond Girl away.  
By heaven I'll kill thee else! still dar'st thou stay?  
Cannot Death terrify Thee?  Henr. 
— No, for I,  
If you refuse me, am resolved to die.  D. Carl. 
Kind fair one do not waste your sorrows here  
On me, too wretched, and not worth a tear.  
There yet for you are mighty Joys in store  
When I in dust am laid, and seen no more.  
Oh Madam!— To the Queen.  Qu. 
Oh my Carlos! must you die  
For me? no mercy in a Father's eye.  D. Carl. 
Hide, Hide your Tears, into my Soul they dart  
A tenderness that misbecomes my heart:  
For since I must, I like a Prince would fall,  
And to my aid my Manly spirits call.  Qu. 
You like a man as roughly as you will  
May die, but let me be a woman still. Weeps.  King. 
thouart Woman, a true Copy of the first,  
In whom the race of all Mankind was cursed.  
Your Sex by Beauty was to Heaven allied;  
But your great Lord the Devil taught you pride.  
He too an Angel till he durst rebel;  
And you are sure the Stars that with him fell.  
Weep on, a stock of tears like Vows you have,  
And always ready when you would deceive.  Qu. 
Cruel Inhuman! Oh my heart! why should  
I throw away a Title that's so good,  
On one a stranger to what e'er was so:  
Alas I'm torn, and know not what to do.  
The Just resentment of my wrong's so great, Ready to sink with passion.  
My spirits sink beneath the heavy weight.  
Tyrant! stand off. I hate thee! and will try  
If I have scorn enough to make me die.  D. Car. 
Blessed Angel stay— Takes her in his Arms.  Qu. 
Carlos! the sole Embrace  
You ever took, you have before his face.  D. Carl. 
No wealthy Monarch of the plenteous East,  
In all the Glories of his Empire dressed,  
Was ever half so rich, or half so blessed!  
But from such bliss how wretched is the fall;  
They too like we must die, and leave it all.  King. 
All this before my face! what Soul could bear't.  
Go force her from him. Officer approaches.  D. Car. 
— Slave 'twill cost thy heart:  
thou'dst better meet a Lion on his way,  
And from his hungry Jaws reprize the prey:  
She's Mistress of my Soul, and to prepare  
Myself for death, I must consult with her.  R. Go. 
Have pity— Ironically.  King. 
Hence! How wretchedly he rules,  
That's served by Cowards, and advised by fools.  
Oh Torture!—  D. Car. 
— Rouse my Soul, Consider now,  
That to thy blissful Mansion thou must go.  
But I so mighty Joys have tasted here,  
I hardly shall have sense of any there.  
Oh soft as Blossoms! and yet sweeter far: Leaning on her bosom.  
Sweeter than Incense which to Heaven ascends,  
Though 'tis presented there by Angels hands.  King. 
Still in his Arms! Cowards go tear her forth.  D. Car. 
You'll sooner from its Centre shake the Earth.  
I'll hold her fast till my last hour is nigh;  
Then I'll bequeath her to you when I die.  King. 
Cut off his hold or any thing.—  D. Carl. 
— Ay Come.  
Here kill, and bear me hence into my Tomb:  
I'd have my Monument erected Here,  
With broken mangled Limbs still clasping her.  Qu. 
Hold and I'll quit his Arms— The Gu. Offer their Axes.  King. 
Now bear him hence. They part.  Qu. 
Oh horrid Tyrant! The Gu. are hurrying Carlos off.  
Stay Unhappy Prince.—  
Turn, turn oh Torment! must I leave you so?  
No stay and take me with you where you go.  D. Carl. 
Hark slaves, my Goddess summons me to stay.  
Dogs! have you eyes, and can you disobey? Pressing forward.  
See her! Oh let me but just touch my bliss.  King. 
By Hell he shan't, slaves are ye mine or his.  Qu. 
My life!  D. Car. 
— My Soul Farewell—  Qu. 
— He's gone, he's gone. Exit Carlos.  
Now Tyrant to thy rage I'm left alone.  
Give me my death that hate both life and thee.  King. 
I know thou dost, yet live.  Qu. 
— Oh misery!  
Why was I born to be thus cursed? or why Throws herself on the floor.  
Should life be forced, when 'tis so sweet to die?  King. 
Thou woman hast been false: but to renew To Eboli.  
Thy Credit in my heart, assist me now:  
Prepare a draught of poison, such as will  
Act slow, and by degrees of Torment kill.  
Give it the Queen, and to prevent all sense  
Of dying, tell her I've released the Prince,  
And that e'er Morning he'll attend her: I  
In a disguise his presence will supply:  
So Glut my rage, and smiling see her die.  Ebol. 
Your Majesty shall be obeyed—.  R. Go. 
Do, work thy mischiefs to their last degree,  
And when theyare in their height I'll murder-thee. aside.  King. 
Now Gomez ply my rage and keep it hot;  
O'er Love and Nature I've the Conquest got:  
Still charming Beauty triumphs in her eyes, Looking at the Queen.  
Yet for my honour, and my rest she dies.  Exeunt Queen and Women: 
But oh what Ease can I expect to get,  
When I must purchase at so dear a rate.  Exeunt Omnes. The SCENE shuts. 
The End of the Fourth Act.   

ACT the Fifth.  
SCENE the First.  Enter King Solus. King. 
'TIs night: the season when the happy take  
Repose, and only wretches are awake:  
Now discontented Ghosts begin their rounds,  
Haunt ruined Buildings and unwholesome Grounds:  
Or at the Curtains of the restless wait,  
To frighten 'em with some sad sale of fate.  
When I would rest, I can no rest obtain;  
The ills I've born even o'er my slumbers reign,  
And in sad Dreams torment me o'er again.  
The fatal business is e'er this begun:  
I'm shocked, and start to think what I have done.  
But I forget how I that Philip am  
So much for Constancy renowned by fame:  
Who through the Progress of my life, was ne'er  
By hopes transported, or depressed by fear.  
No, it is gone too far to be recalled,  
And steadfastness will make the Act extolled.  Enter Eboli in a Nightgown. 
Who! Eboli?  Ebol. 
My Lord.  King. 
Is the Deed done?  Ebol. 
'Tis! and the Queen to seek repose is gone.  King. 
Can she expect it? who allowed me none!  
No Eboli; her Dreams must be as full  
Of horror, and as Hellish as her Soul;  
Does she believe the Prince has freedom gained?  Ebol. 
She does.  King. 
How were the tidings entertained?  Ebol. 
O'er all her Face young wandering blushes were,  
Such as speak hopes too weak to conquer fear.—  
But when confirmed no Lover ere so kind,  
She clasped me fast, caressed, and called 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,  
'Twould 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'll find her all in rueful 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 steadfast Sin! incorrigible Lust!  
Not damned! it is impossible she must.  
How do I long to see her in her pains,  
The poisonous Sulphur rolling through her Veins.  Enter D. John, and Attendants. 
Who's there? my Brother!  D. john. 
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. john. 
You look like King of Spain, and Lord of Power:  
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'll grow,  
I'll be as happy and as gay as Thou.  D. john. 
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: 'Tis 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 ruins down they fall,  
And I mount up true Monarch o'er 'em all.  D. john. 
I know your Queen and Son you've doomed 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.  
Only the Justice of my Vengeance own,  
thouart Heir of Spain, and my adopted Son.  D. john. 
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 extinguished ere I shine.  
To mount a Throne o'er Battlements I'd climb,  
Where Death should wait on Me, not I on him.  
Did you e'er Love, or have you ever known  
The mighty Value of so brave a Son?  King. 
I guessed I should be treated thus before;  
I know it is thy Kindness, but no more:  
Thou living free, alas, art easy grown,  
And think'st all hearts as honest as thy own.  D. john. 
Not Sir so easy! as I must be bold,  
And speak what you perhaps would have untold;  
That you're 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 theyare known,  
Yet shrink at frowns, but when you smile they fawn.  
theyare these have wronged you and abused your Ears,  
Possessed your Mind with false misgrounded fears.  King. 
Misgrounded fears! why is there any Truth  
In womens' Vows, or Disobedient Youth!  
I sooner would believe this World were Heaven;  
Where I have nought but Toils and Torment met,  
And never comfort yet to man was given:  
But thou shalt see how my revenge I'll treat.  The SCENE draws 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 wronged Innocence to show;  
Sh'has sworned so oft that she believes it true.  
o'erwhelmed with sorrow she'll 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 believed!  
Are my eyes blessed? and am I not deceived?  King. 
My Queen! My Love I'm here— Embraces her.  Queen. 
My Lord! the King!  
This is surprising Kindness, which you bring!  
Can you believe me Innocent at last?  
Methinks my griefs are half already past!  King. 
O Tongue in nothing practised, 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 pronounced 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 thouart fit for Death, had I believed  
Thou couldst have been more wicked, thou hadst lived.  
Lived and gone on in lust and riot still,  
But I perceived thee early ripe for Hell:  
And that of the reward thou might'st not miss,  
This night thoust drank thy bane, thouart poisoned: Yes  
Thou art—  Queen. 
— Then welcome everlasting bliss.  
But e'er I die, let me here make a Vow.  
By Heaven, and all I hope for there I'm true.  King. 
Vows you had always ready when you spoke,  
How many of 'em have you made and broke?  
Yet there's a power that does your falsehood hear,  
A Just one too, and lets thee live to swear.  
How comes it that above such mercy dwells,  
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 arrived 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 possessed  
By him, and forced yourself into my breast;  
Where you maintained an Unresisted power:  
Not your own Daughter could have loved you more:  
Till Conscious of your Age my faith was blamed,  
And I a lewd Adulteress proclaimed;  
Accused of foulest Incest with your Son:  
What more could my worst Enemy have done?  King. 
Nothing I hope, I would not have it said,  
That in my Vengeance any fault I made.  
Love me! oh low pretence! too feebly built:  
But 'tis the Constant fault of dying guilt,  
Even to the last to cry theyare Innocent;  
When their despair's so great, they can't repent.  Queen. 
Thus having Urged your Malice to the head,  
You spitefully are Come to rail me dead.  
Had I been man and had an impious Wife,  
With speedy sury I'd have snatched her life:  
Torn a broad passage open to her heart,  
And there have ransacked each polluted part:  
Triumphed and laughed t'have seen the Iss'uing flood,  
And Want only have bathed my hands in blood.  
That had outdone the low revenge You bring,  
Much fitter for a Woman then a King.  King. 
I'm glad I know what death you'd wish to have,  
You would go down in silence to your grave:  
Remove from future fame, as present times,  
And bury with you if you could your Crimes.  
No, I will have my Justice understood:  
Proclaim thy falsehood, and thy Justice aloud,  Queen. 
About it then, the noble work begin,  
Be proud and boast how cruel you have been.  
Oh how a Monarch's glory 'twill advance!  
Do, quickly let it reach the ears of France;  
I've there a Royal Brother that is Young,  
who'll certainly revenge his Sisters Wrong:  
Into thy Spain a mighty Army bring,  
Tumble thee from thy Throne, a wretched thing,  
And make it quite forgot thou e'er wert King.  King. 
I ne'er had pleasure with her till this Night:  
The Viper finds she's crushed, and fain would bite.  
Oh were he here and durst maintain that word,  
I'd like an Eagle seize the Callow Bird,  
And gripe him till the dastard Craven Cried;  
Then throw him panting by his Sister's side.  Qu. 
Alas! I faint and sink, my Lord your hand, To D. I.  
My spirits fail, and I want strength to stand.  D. I. 
O Jealousy.  
A Curse which none but he that bears it knows; Leads her to a Chair.  
So rich a Treasure who would live to lose.  King. 
The poison works, heaven grant there were enough:  
She is so foul, she may be poison proof.  
Now, my false fair one—  Qu. 
Tyrant hence be gone,  
This hour's my last, and let it be my own.  
Away, away, I would not leave the light,  
With such a hated Object in my sight.  King. 
No, I will stay and even thy prayer's prevent,  
I would not give thee leisure to repent:  
But let thy sins all in one Throng Combine  
To plague thy Soul, as thou hast Tortured mine.  Qu. 
Glut then your Eyes, your Tyrant Fury feed,  
And Triumph; But remember when I'm dead,  
Hereafter on your dying pillows, you  
May feel those Tortures, which you give me now.  
Go on, your worst reproaches I can bear,  
And with 'em all, you shall not force a Tear.  King. 
Thus Austria my lost freedom I obtain,  
And once more shall appear myself again.  
Love held me fast whilst like a foolish Boy  
I of the thing was fond because 'twas gay,  
But now I've thrown the gaudy Toy away.  Eboli within. Eb. 
Help, Murder, help.—  King. 
— See Austria whence that Cry,  
Call up our Guards, there may be danger nigh.  Enter Guard. Enter Eboli in her night-dress wounded and bleeding, Rui-Gomez pursuing her. Eb. 
Oh Guard me from that Cruel Murderer!  
But 'tis in vain, the steel has gone too far:  
Turn Wretched King, I've something to unfold,  
Nor can I die till the sad Secrets Told.  King. 
The Woman's mad! to some Apartment by  
Remove her, where she may grow tame and die.  
Fate came abroad to night resolved to range;  
I Love a kind Companion in revenge. hugs R. Go.  Ebol. 
If in your heart truth any favour wins;  
If e'er you would repent of secret sins,  
Here me a word.  King. 
— What wouldst thou say? be brief.  Ebol. 
Do what you can to save that precious life:  
Try every art that may her death prevent;  
You are abused, and she is innocent.  
When I perceived my hopes of you were vain,  
Led by my lust I practised all my Charms,  
To gain the Prince Don Carlos to my Arms:  
But there too cross't, I did the purpose change,  
And pride made him my Engine for Revenge: To R. Go.  
Taught him to raise your growing Jealousy,  
Then my wild passion at this Prince did fly, To D. I.  
And that was done for which I now must die.  King. 
Ha Gomez, speak and Quickly, is it so?  R. Go. 
I 'm sorry you should doubt if't be or no:  
She by whose lust my honour was betrayed,  
Cannot want malice now to take my head,  
And therefore does this penitence pretend.  Eb. 
Oh Austria take away that Ugly Fiend,  
He smiles and mocks me, waiting for my Soul:  
See how his glaring fiery Eyeballs roll.  R. Go. 
Thus is her fancy tortured by her guilt;  
But since you'll have my blood, let it be spilled.  King. 
No more— To R. Go.  
Speak on I charge thee by the rest To Eb.  
Thou hope'st the truth, and as thou shalt be blessed.  Eb. 
As what I've said is so:  
There may I find, where I must answer all,  
What most I need, heaven's mercy on my Soul. Dies.  King. 
Heaven! she was sensible that she should die,  
And durst not in the minute tell a lie.  D. I. 
His guilt's too plain, see his wild staring Eye.  
By unconcern he would show innocence,  
But Hardened Guilt ne'er wanted the pretence  
Of great submission when't had no defence.  
Thus whilst of life you show this little Care,  
You seem not guiltless, but betray despair.  King. 
His life! what satisfaction can that give?  
But oh in doubt I must for ever live,  
And lose my peace— Yet I the truth will find:  
I'll rack him for't; go in this minute bind  
Him to the wheel—  R. Go. 
How have I this deserved,  
Who only your Commands obeyed and served?  
What would you have me do?  King. 
— I'd have thee tell  
The truth; do Gomez, all shall then be well.  R. Go. 
Alas! like you Sir, in a Cloud I'm lost,  
And can but tell you what I think at most:  
You set me as a Spy upon the Prince,  
And I still brought the best Intelligence  
I could, till finding him too much aware  
Of me, I nearer measures took by her:  
Which if I after a false Copy drew,  
'Tis I have been Unfortunate as you.  King. 
And this is all thou hast for life to show?  R. Go. 
Dear Sir your pardon, it is all I know.  King. 
Then Villain I am damned as well as thou.  
Heaven where is now thy sleeping providence,  
That took so little care of Innocence?  
Oh Austria, had I to thy truth inclined:  
Had I been half so good as thou were't kind.  
But I'm too tame, secure that Traitor; Oh Guards seizes him.  
Earth open to thy Centre, let me Go  
And there for ever hide my Impious head.  
Thou fairest purest Creature Heaven e'er made,  
Thy Injured truth too late I've understood:  
Yet live and be Immortal as thouart good.  Queen. 
Can you to think me Innocent incline  
On her bare word, and would not Credit mine:  
The poison's very busy at my heart,  
Methinks I see Death shake his Threat'ning dart:  
Why are you kind and make it hard to die?  
Persist, Continue on the Injury.  
Call me still vile, incestuous, all that's foul.  King. 
Oh pity, pity my despairing Soul;  
Sink it not quite. Raise my Physicians straight;  
Hasten 'em quickly ere it be too late.  
Propose rewards may set their skill at strife,  
I'll give my Crown to him that saves her life.  
Cursed Dog!— To Gomez.  D. I. 
Vile prostitute!  King. 
— Revengeful Fiend!  
But I've forgotten half, to Carlos send;  
Prevent what his despair may make him do;  Enter Henrietta. Henr. 
Oh Horror, Horror, everlasting Woe.  
The Prince, the Prince!  King. 
Ha! speak.—  Hen. 
— He dies, he dies.  
Within upon his Couch he bleeding lies:  
Just taken from a Bath, his Veins all Cut,  
From which the springing blood flows swiftly out.  
He threatens death on all that shall oppose  
His fate, to save that life which he will lose.  King. 
Dear Austria hasten, all thy interest use.  
Tell him it is to Friendship an Offence,  
And let him know his Father's penitence:  
Beg him to live.—  R. Go. 
Since you've decreed my death, know 'twill be hard,  
The Bath by me was poisoned when prepared.  
I Owed him that for his late pride and scorn:  King. 
There never was so cursed a Villain born.  
But by revenge such pains he shall go through,  
As even Religious Cruelty ne'er knew.  
Rack him! I'll broil him, burn him by degrees;  
Fresh Torments for him every hour devise,  
Till he Curse heaven, and then the Caitiff dies.  Queen. 
My faithful Henrietta art thou come  
To wait th'unhappy Mistress to her Tomb?  
I brought thee hither from thy Parents young,  
And now must leave thee, to heaven knows what wrong.  
But Heaven to its protection will receive  
Such goodness, let it then thy Queen forgive.  Hen. 
How much I loved you, Madam, none can tell;  
For 'tis Unspeakable, I loved so well.  
A proof of it the World shall quickly find:  
For when You die, I'll scorn to stay behind.  Enter D. Carlos supported between two, and bleeding. D. john. 
See Sir, your Son.  King. 
My Son! but oh how dare  
I use that name when this sad Object's near.  
See Injured Prince who 'tis thy pardon Craves;  
No more thy Father, but the worst of slaves:  
Behold the tears that from these fountains flow.  D. Carl. 
I come to take my farewell, ere I go  
To that bright dwelling, where there is no room  
For Blood, and where the Cruel never Come.  King. 
I know there is not; therefore must despair:  
Oh heaven his Cruelty I cannot bear.  
Dost thou not hear thy wretched Father sue?  D. Car. 
My Father, speak the word once more, is't you?  
And may I think the dear Conversion true?  
Oh that I could!  King. 
By heaven thou must— it is.  
Let me Embrace and kiss thy Trembling knees.  
Why wilt thou die? no, live my Carlos live,  
And all the wrongs that I have done, forgive.  D. Car. 
Life was my Curse, and given me sure in spite:  
Oh had I perished when I first saw light,  
I never then these miseries had brought  
On you, nor by you had been Guilty thought.  
Prop me: apace I feel my life decay.  
The little time on Earth I have to stay,  
Grant I without Offence may here bestow: Pointing to the Queen.  
You cannot certainly be Jealous now.  King. 
Break, break my heart— Leads D. Carlos to the Chair.  D. Car. 
Y'ave thus more kindness shown,  
Then if you'd Crowned and placed me on your Throne.  
Methinks so highly happy I appear,  
That I could pity you, to see You there:  
Take me away again, You are too good.  Queen. 
Carlos is't you? Oh stop that Royal flood;  
Live, and possess your Father's Throne, when I  
In dark and gloomy Shades forgotten lie.  D. Car. 
Crowns are beneath me, I have higher pride  
Thus on you fixed, and dying by your side,  
How much a Life and Empire I disdain;  
No, we'll together mount, where both shall reign  
Above all Wrongs, and never more Complain.  Queen. 
Oh matchless Youth! oh Constancy Divine!  
Sure there was never Love that Equalled thine;  
Nor any so Unfortunate as mine.—  
Henceforth forsaken Virgins shall in Songs,  
When they would ease their own, repeat thy wrongs:  
And in remembrance of thee, for thy sake,  
A solemn Annual Procession make:  
In chaste devotion as fair Pilgrims Come,  
With Hyacinths, and Lilies, deck thy Tomb.  
But one thing more, and then Vain World adieu!  
It is to reconcile my Lord, and You.  D. Carl. 
H'as done no wrong to me, I am possessed  
Of all, beyond my expectation blessed.  
But yet methinks there's something in my heart,  
Tells me I must not too Unkindly part:  
Father draw nearer, raise me with your hand,  
Before I die, what is't you would Command?  King. 
The Grant thou'lt find too difficult a Task;  
I want forgiveness if I durst but ask.  
How Cursed! and yet how might I have been blessed!  D. Carl. 
Oh all my wrongs and my misfortunes past,  
As they ne'er were let your Remembrance shun,  
And quite forget 'em all as I ha' done.  
Alas! 'tis fate has been too blame, not You,  
Who only Honours dictates did pursue.  
I was a wicked Son, Indeed I was;  
Rebel to Yours as well as Duties Laws.  
By headstrong will too proud to be confined;  
Scorned your Commands, and at your Joys repined.  
When to my love your Royal Claim was laid,  
I should have born my Inj'ries and obeyed;  
But I was hot, and would my right maintain,  
Which you forgave; yet I rebelled again,  
And nought but death can now wash off the stain.  King. 
Why wert thou made so excellently good;  
And why was it no sooner Understood?  
But I was Cursed, and blindly led astray;  
Oh for thy Father, for thy Father pray.  
Thou may'st ask that which I'm too vile to dare;  
And leave me not tormented by despair.  D. Carl. 
Thus then with the remains of life we kneel, D. Carl. and the Queen sink out of the Chairs, and kneel.  
May you be ever free from all that's ill.  Queen. 
And everlasting peace upon you dwell.  King. 
No more; this Virtue's too divinely bright,  
My Darkened Soul too Conversant with Night,  
Grows blind, and Overcome with too much light.  
Here raise 'em up: Gently ye slaves, down, down,  
Ye Glorious Toils a Sceptre and a Crown  
For ever be forgotten, in your stead  
Only Eternal darkness wrap my head.  Qu. 
Where are you? oh Farewell, I must be gone.  King. 
Blessed happy Soul, take not thy flight so soon:  
Stay till I die, then bear mine with thee too,  
And Guard it up, which else must sink below.  Qu. 
From all my Injuries and all my fears;  
From Jealousy Love's bane; the worst of Cares,  
Thus I remove to find that stranger rest,  
Carlos thy hand receive me on thy breast,  
Within this minute how shall we be blessed.  D. Car. 
Oh far above  
What ever wishes framed, or hopes designed;  
Thus where we go we shall the Angels find,  
For ever pressing, and for ever kind.  Qu. 
Make haste, in the first Sphere I'll for you stay;  
Thence we'll rise both to Everlasting day.  
Farewell— Dies.  D. Car. 
I follow you, now Close my eyes; Leans on her bosom.  
Thus all o'er bliss the Happy Carlos dies.  King. 
theyare gone, theyare gone, where I must ne'er aspire,  
Run, sally out, and set the World on fire.  
Alarm Nature, let lose all the winds;  
Set free those spirits whom strong Magic binds.  
Let the Earth open all her Sulphurous Veins,  
The Fiends start from their Hell and shake their Chains,  
Till all things from their Harmony decline,  
And the Confusion be as great as mine.  
Here I'll lie down, and never more arise;  
Howl out my life, and rend the Air with Cries.  D. john. 
Hold Sir! afford your labouring heart some ease.  King. 
Oh name it not! there's no such thing as Peace.  
From these warm Lips, yet one soft kiss I'll take:  
How my heart beats! why won't the Rebel break?  
My Love, my Carlos, I'm thy Father, speak.  
Oh he regards not now my miseries!  
But deaf to my Complaint, as I have been to his.  
Oh now I think on't better, all is well;  
Here's one that's just descending into Hell:  
How comes it that he's not already gone?  
The Sluggard's Lazy, but I'll spur him on.  
hay! how he flies. Stabs R. Gomez.  R. Gom. 
'Twas aimed well at my heart  
That I had strength enough but to retort:  
Dull Life so tamely must I from thee part!  
Curses and plagues; Revenge where art thou now?  
Meet, meet me at thy own dark house below. Dies.  King. 
He's gone, and now there's not so vile a thing  
As I.  D. john. 
Remember Sir, You are a King.  King. 
A King! it is too little; I'll be more  
I tell thee: Nero was an Emperor,  
He killed his Mother; but I've that outdone,  
Murdered a Loyal Wife, and Guiltless Son.  
Yet Au'stria, why should I grow mad for that?  
Is it my fault I was unfortunate?  D. john. 
Collect your Spirits Sir, and calm your Mind?  King. 
Look too't! strange things I tell thee are designed.  
Thou Austria shalt grow old, and in thy age  
Dote, dote, my Hero! oh a long gray Beard,  
With Eyes distiling Rheum, and hollow Cheeks,  
Will be such charms thou canst not want success:  
But above all beware of Jealousy.  
It was the dreadful Curse that ruined me.  D. john. 
Dread Sir. no more.  King. 
Oh Heart! Oh Heaven! but stay,  
named I not heaven? I did, and at the word  
(Methought I saw't) the Azure fabric stirred.  
Oh for my Queen and Son the Saints prepare!  
But I le pursue and Overtake 'em there.  
Whirl, stop the Sun, arrest his Charioteer;  
I'll ride in that away, pull, pull him down:  
Oh how I" le hurl the Wildfire as I run.  
Now, now I mount— Runs off raving  D. john. 
Look to the King.  
See of this fair one too strict care be had. Pointing to Henrietta.  
Despair! how vast a Triumph hast thou made?  
No more in Love's Enervate charms I'll lie,  
Shaking off softness, to the Camp I'll fly;  
Where Thirst of Fame the Active Hero warms,  
And what I've lost in Peace, regain in Arms.   
FINIS.  

THere is lately Published the Art of making Love, or Rules for the Conduct of Ladies and Gallants in their Amours. In Twelves, Price bound 1 s. Printed for R. Tonson at Grays-Inn-Gate in Grays-Inn-Lane.   

THE EPILOGUE.  Spoken by a Girl. 
NOw what d'ye think my Message hither means?  
Yonder's the Poet sick behind the Scenes:  
He told me there was pity in my face,  
And therefore sent me here to make his peace.  
Let me for once persuade ye to be kind;  
For he has promised me to stand by Friend.  
And if this time I can your kindness move,  
He'll write for me, he swears by all above,  
When I am big enough to be in love.  
Now won't you be good natured, ye fine men?  
Indeed I'll grow as fast as e'er I can,  
And try if to his promise he'll be true:  
Think on't, when that time comes; you do not know,  
But I may grow in love with some of you:  
Or at the worst I'm certain I shall see  
Amongst you those who'll swear they're so with me.  
But now, if by my Suit you 'l not be won,  
You know what your unkindness oft has done;  
I'll e'en forsake the Playhouse, and turn Nun.  
THE END.