The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 11, October, 1836Various
History
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 11, October, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
_Marquis_. You hope to end, as you have now begun! {709}
Hope to retard the change o'er Christendom
Already ripe—the universal spring,
The world to bring again to pristine childhood.
You will, alone throughout all Europe, throw
Yourself against the wheel of a world's fate,
Which unimpeded in full course doth roll.
Again,
You, who would fain plant for eternity,
Sow death! A work thus forced can ne'er endure
Beyond its maker's breath!
Although the king listens without anger to such declamation, he soon
after coldly dismisses the subject, and expressing a wish to engage
the disinterested Posa in his service, sounds him upon the subject of
Carlos and the queen. The Marquis is silent at Philip's first allusion
to his domestic troubles.
_King_. I understand you.
Yet if among all fathers I must be
The most unhappy—as a husband, may I not
Call myself blest?
_Marquis of Posa_. If the possession of
A hopeful son, a wife most virtuous,
Can give a mortal right to be thus deemed,
You are most blest in both.
_King_. No—I am not!
And that I am not—have I never felt
So deeply as even now!
_Marquis of Posa_. The prince is noble
And good. I never found him otherwise.
_King_. But I have. What he hath despoiled me of,
No sceptre can restore—a noble queen——
_Marquis of Posa_. Who dares to say so, Sire?
_King_. Who? Calumny!
The world! Myself! Here lie the proofs that both
Condemn, incontrovertibly—and others
Are close at hand, which make me fear the worst.
Yet, Marquis, it is sad if I believe
Only one side! Who is't accuses her?
If _she_ could e'er be thought to stoop so low,
So deeply to imbrue her soul in crime,
How readily may I believe, in sooth,
An Eboli can slander!—And the priest,
Doth he not hate my son—and her? Duke Alba—
Know I not that he meditates revenge?
My wife is worth them all.
* * * * *
To fall into such crime, as they do charge
Upon the queen, costs much. So easily,
As they would fain persuade me, is not broken
The holy tie of honor. Men I know,
Marquis—and such a man I long have lacked.
You are noble and free-hearted—know mankind—
And therefore have I chosen you.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account