LERMA.

For the queen

No further danger; for yourself, there's much!

CARLOS.

None for my mother. Then, kind Heaven, I thank thee.

A dreadful rumor reached me that the king

Raved against child and mother, and that some

Dire secret was discovered.

LERMA.

And the last

May possibly be true.

CARLOS.

Be true! What mean you?

LERMA.

One warning have I given you, prince, already,

And that to-day, but you despised it; now

Perhaps you'll profit better by a second.

CARLOS.

Explain yourself.

LERMA.

If I mistake not, prince,

A few days since I noticed in your hands

An azure-blue portfolio, worked in velvet

And chased with gold.

CARLOS (with anxiety).

Yes, I had such a one.

LERMA.

And on the cover, if I recollect, a portrait

Set in pearls?

CARLOS.

'Tis right; go on.

LERMA.

I entered the king's chamber on a sudden,

And in his hands I marked that same portfolio,

The Marquis Posa standing by his side.

CARLOS (after a short silence of astonishment, hastily).

'Tis false!

LERMA (warmly).

Then I'm a traitor!

CARLOS (looking steadfastly at him).

That you are!

LERMA.

Well, I forgive you.

CARLOS (paces the apartment in extreme agitation, at length

stands still before him).

Has he injured thee?

What have our guiltless ties of friendship done,

That with a demon's zeal thou triest to rend them?

LERMA.

Prince, I respect the grief which renders you

So far unjust.

CARLOS.

Heaven shield me from suspicion!

LERMA.

And I remember, too, the king's own words.

Just as I entered he addressed the marquis:

'How many thanks I owe you for this news.'

CARLOS.

Oh, say no more!

LERMA.

Duke Alva is disgraced!

The great seal taken from the Prince Ruy Gomez,

And given to the marquis.

CARLOS (lost in deep thought).

And from me

Has he concealed all this? And why from me?

LERMA.

As minister all-powerful, the court

Looks on him now-as favorite unrivalled!

CARLOS.

He loved me-loved me greatly: I was dear

As his own soul is to him. That I know-

Of that I've had a thousand proofs. But should

The happiness of millions yield to one?

Must not his country dearer to him prove

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