CARLOS. Good night, then, mother! And you shall, from Ghent, Receive a letter, which will first proclaim Our secret enterprise aloud. I go To dare King Philip to an open contest. Henceforth there shall be naught concealed between us! You need not shun the aspect of the world. Be this my last deceit. [About to take up the mask--the KING stands between them. KING. It is thy last. [The QUEEN falls senseless. CARLOS (hastens to her and supports her in his arms). Is the queen dead? Great heavens! KING (coolly and quietly to the GRAND INQUISITOR). Lord Cardinal! I've done my part. Go now, and do your own. [Exit.