Don Garcia of Navarre; Or, the Jealous Prince. A Heroic Comedy in Five Acts.Molière
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Don Garcia of Navarre; Or, the Jealous Prince. A Heroic Comedy in Five Acts.
Molière
French drama -- 17th century -- Translations into English; Molière, 1622-1673 -- Translations into English
GARC. Be it so! I consent to everything; besides, in my present
condition, I have no longer any pretensions.
ELV. You will repent the wrath you have displayed.
GARC. No, no, your argument is a mere evasion; I ought rather to tell
you that somebody else may perhaps soon repent. The wretch, whoever he
may be, shall not be fortunate enough to save his life, if I wreak my
vengeance.
ELV. Ha! This can no longer be borne; I am too angry foolishly to
preserve longer my good nature. Let me abandon the wretch to his own
devices, and, since he will undergo his doom, let him--Eliza!... (_To
Don Garcia_). You compel me to act thus; but you shall see that this
outrage will be the last.
SCENE IX.--DONNA ELVIRA, DON GARCIA, ELIZA, DON ALVAREZ.
ELV. (_To Eliza_). Desire my beloved to come forth ... Go, you
understand me, say that I wish it.
GARC. And can I...
ELV. Patience, you will be satisfied.
EL. (_Aside, going out_). This is doubtless some new trick of our
jealous lover.
ELV. Take care at least that this righteous indignation perseveres in
its ardour to the end; above all, do not henceforth forget what price
you have paid to see your suspicions removed.
SCENE X.--DONNA ELVIRA, DON GARCIA, DONNA INEZ, ELIZA, DON ALVAREZ.
ELV. (_To Don Garcia, showing him Donna Inez_). Thanks to Heaven, behold
the cause of the generous suspicions you showed. Look well on that face,
and see if you do not at once recognize the features of Donna Inez.
GARC. O Heavens!
ELV. If the rage which fills your heart prevents you from using your
eyes, you can ask others, and thus leave no room for doubt. It was
necessary to pretend she was dead, so that she might escape from the
tyrant who persecuted her: she disguised herself in this manner the
better to profit by her pretended death. (_To Donna Inez_). You will
pardon me, Madam, for having consented to betray your secrets and to
frustrate your expectations; but I am exposed to Don Garcia's insolence;
I am no longer free to do as I wish; my honour is a prey to his
suspicions, and is every moment compelled to defend itself. This jealous
man accidentally saw us embrace, and then he behaved most disgracefully.
(_To Don Garcia_). Yes, behold the cause of your sudden rage, and the
convincing witness of my disgrace. Now, like a thorough tyrant, enjoy
the explanation you have provoked; but know that I shall never blot from
my memory the heinous outrage done to my reputation. And if ever I
forget my oath, may Heaven shower its severest chastisements upon my
head; may a thunderbolt descend upon me if ever I resolve to listen to
your love. Come, Madam, let us leave this spot, poisoned by the looks of
a furious monster; let us quickly flee from his bitter attacks, let us
avoid the consequences of his mad rage, and animated by just motives,
let us only pray that we may soon be delivered from his hands.
INEZ. (_To Don Garcia_). My Lord, your unjust and violent suspicions
have wronged virtue itself.
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