_Carlos_. Incautious! Alas, too credulous, what hast thou done? Why give to such compassion faith? If truth He uttered—he—most impious minister Of the most impious king—'twas with the truth To cheat thee! _Act V, Scene 2_. Both are now in the tyrant's power; as a last resort, the prince beseeches Isabella to begone from his dangerous presence. _Carlos_. Away—if life be dear—— _Isabella_. To me—life dear? _Carlos_. My honor then—thy fame! * * Go—hide thy tears; Smother thy sighs in thine own breast; with eye Unmoistened, with intrepid front, must thou The tidings of my death receive. It is too late; Philip enters, and scornfully upbraids them with their mutual love, which they have vainly thought to conceal from his discernment. He has long known it, but has suffered them to remain in their delusion, that his revenge might more readily overtake them, and now comes to rejoice in their last sufferings. The monster asserts what is evident throughout, that his jealousy is not the object of love, but of pride. “Thou hast offended In me thy sovereign king—and not thy lover; The sacred name of Philip's wife hast stained.” The unhappy pair vindicate their innocence, and excuse the attachment which was honorable and proper before their forced separation. The haughty tone that Isabella assumes contrasts strongly with her previous submission, and shows that she has lost all hope. Gomez then appears with a dagger and a cup of poison, which the king offers to the choice of the lovers. Carlos chooses the dagger, yet reeking with the blood of Perez, and stabs himself; but counsels the queen, who he knows has said too much to hope for safety, to drink the poison, as a less painful death. Isabella prepares to follow; but Philip, perceiving that she rejoices in the prospect of death, bestows life upon her as a punishment; she will not accept the cruel gift, but snatching his dagger from his girdle, plunges it into her side, and dies asserting her innocence. The last words of the monster who witnesses the horrid scene intimate something like remorse. “Lo, full and fearful vengeance I obtain; Yet am I happy? Gomez, be concealed The dire event from all. By silence thou Shalt save my fame, thy life.”