_Hen._ He dies, he dies! Within upon his couch he bleeding lies, Just taken from a bath, his veins all cut, From which the springing blood flows swiftly out. He threatens death on all that shall oppose His fate, to save that life which he will lose. _King._ Dear Austria, hasten, all thy interest use; Tell him it is to friendship an offence, And let him know his father's penitence. Beg him to live. _Ruy-Gom._ Since you've decreed my death, know 'twill be hard: The bath by me was poisoned when prepared. I owed him that for his late pride and scorn. _King._ There never was so cursed a villain born. But by revenge such pains he shall go through As even religious cruelty ne'er knew. Rack him! I'll broil him, burn him by degrees, Fresh torments for him every hour devise, Till he curse Heaven, and then the caitiff dies. _Queen._ My faithful Henrietta, art thou come To wait thy unhappy mistress to her tomb? I brought thee hither from thy parents young, And now must leave thee to Heaven knows what wrong. But Heaven to its protection will receive Such goodness; let it then thy queen forgive! _Hen._ How much I loved you, madam, none can tell; For 'tis unspeakable, I loved so well. A proof of it the world shall quickly find; For, when you die, I'll scorn to stay behind. _Enter_ DON CARLOS, _supported between two_ Attendants _and bleeding_. _Don John._ See, sir, your son. _King._ My son! But oh! how dare I use that name, when this sad object's near? See, injured prince, who 'tis thy pardon craves, No more thy father, but the worst of slaves: Behold the tears that from these fountains flow. _Don Car._ I come to take my farewell, ere I go To that bright dwelling where there is no room For blood, and where the cruel never come. _King._ I know there is not, therefore must despair. O Heaven! his cruelty I cannot bear.-- Dost thou not hear thy wretched father sue? _Don Car._ My father! speak the words once more; is't you? And may I think the dear conversion true? Oh that I could! _King._ By Heaven thou must--it is! Let me embrace and kiss thy trembling knees. Why wilt thou die? no, live, my Carlos, live, And all the wrongs that I have done forgive! _Don Car._ Life was my curse, and given me sure in spite. Oh! had I perished when I first saw light, I never then these miseries had brought On you, nor by you had been guilty thought. Prop me: apace I feel my life decay. The little time on earth I have to stay, Grant I without offence may here bestow; _Pointing to the_ QUEEN. You cannot certainly be jealous now. _King._ Break, break, my heart! [_Leads_ DON CARLOS _to the chair_.