The Works of Frederick Schiller Part 287

CARLOS.

I understood thy hint, and thank thee for it.

A stranger's presence can alone excuse This forced and measured tone. Are we not brothers?

In future, let this puppet-play of rank Be banished from our friendship. Think that we Had met at some gay masking festival, Thou in the habit of a slave, and I Robed, for a jest, in the imperial purple.

Throughout the revel we respect the cheat, And play our parts with sportive earnestness, Tripping it gayly with the merry throng; But should thy Carlos beckon through his mask, Thou'dst press his hand in silence as he pa.s.sed, And we should be as one.

MARQUIS.

The dream's divine!

But are you sure that it will last forever?

Is Carlos, then, so certain of himself As to despise the charms of boundless sway?

A day will come--an all-important day-- When this heroic mind--I warn you now-- Will sink o'erwhelmed by too severe a test.

Don Philip dies; and Carlos mounts the throne, The mightiest throne in Christendom. How vast The gulf that yawns betwixt mankind and him-- A G.o.d to-day, who yesterday was man!

Steeled to all human weakness--to the voice Of heavenly duty deaf. Humanity-- To-day a word of import in his ear-- Barters itself, and grovels 'mid the throng Of gaping parasites; his sympathy For human woe is turned to cold neglect, His virtue sunk in loose voluptuous joys.

Peru supplies him riches for his folly, His court engenders devils for his vices.

Lulled in this heaven the work of crafty slaves, He sleeps a charmed sleep; and while his dream Endures his G.o.dhead lasts. And woe to him Who'd break in pity this lethargic trance!

What could Roderigo do? Friendship is true, And bold as true. But her bright flashing beams Were much too fierce for sickly majesty: You would not brook a subject's stern appeal, Nor I a monarch's pride!

CARLOS.

Tearful and true, Thy portraiture of monarchs. Yes--thou'rt right, But 'tis their l.u.s.ts that thus corrupt their hearts, And hurry them to vice. I still am pure.

A youth scarce numbering three-and-twenty years.

What thousands waste in riotous delights, Without remorse--the mind's more precious part-- The bloom and strength of manhood--I have kept, h.o.a.rding their treasures for the future king.

What could unseat my Posa from my heart, If woman fail to do it?

MARQUIS.

I, myself!

Say, could I love you, Carlos, warm as now, If I must fear you?

CARLOS.

That will never be.

What need hast thou of me? What cause hast thou To stoop thy knee, a suppliant at the throne?

Does gold allure thee? Thou'rt a richer subject Than I shall be a king! Dost covet honors?

E'en in thy youth, fame's br.i.m.m.i.n.g chalice stood Full in thy grasp--thou flung'st the toy away.

Which of us, then, must be the other's debtor, And which the creditor? Thou standest mute.

Dost tremble for the trial? Art thou, then, Uncertain of thyself?

MARQUIS.

Carlos, I yield!

Here is my band.

CARLOS.

Is it mine own?

MARQUIS.

Forever-- In the most pregnant meaning of the word!

CARLOS.

And wilt thou prove hereafter to the king As true and warm as to the prince to-day?

MARQUIS.

I swear!

CARLOS.

And when round my unguarded heart The serpent flattery winds its subtle coil, Should e'er these eyes of mine forget the tears They once were wont to shed; or should these ears Be closed to mercy's plea,--say, wilt thou, then, The fearless guardian of my virtue, throw Thine iron grasp upon me, and call up My genius by its mighty name?

MARQUIS.

I will.

CARLOS.

And now one other favor let me beg.

Do call me thou! Long have I envied this Dear privilege of friendship to thine equals.

The brother's thou beguiles my ear, my heart, With sweet suggestions of equality.

Nay, no reply:--I guess what thou wouldst say-- To thee this seems a trifle--but to me, A monarch's son, 'tis much. Say, wilt thou be A brother to me?

MARQUIS.

Yes; thy brother, yes!

CARLOS.

Now to the king--my fears are at an end.

Thus, arm-in-arm with thee, I dare defy The universal world into the lists.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

The royal palace at Madrid.

KING PHILIP under a canopy; DUKE ALVA at some distance, with his head covered; CARLOS.

CARLOS.

The kingdom takes precedence--willingly Doth Carlos to the minister give place-- He speaks for Spain; I am but of the household.

[Bows and steps backward.

KING.

The duke remains--the Infanta may proceed.

CARLOS (turning to ALVA).

Then must I put it to your honor, sir, To yield my father for a while to me.

A son, you know, may to a father's ear Unbosom much, in fulness of his heart, That not befits a stranger's ear. The king Shall not be taken from you, sir--I seek The father only for one little hour.

KING.

Here stands his friend.

CARLOS.

And have I e'er deserved To think the duke should be a friend of mine?