Don Carlos. Фридрих Шиллер

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СКАЧАТЬ SCENE VIII.

       SCENE IX.

       SCENE X.

       SCENE XI.

       SCENE XII.

       SCENE XIII.

       SCENE XIV.

       SCENE XV.

       ACT III.

       SCENE I.

       SCENE II.

       SCENE III.

       SCENE IV.

       SCENE V.

       SCENE VI.

       SCENE VII.

       SCENE VIII.

       SCENE IX.

       SCENE X.

       ACT IV.

       SCENE I.

       SCENE II.

       SCENE III.

       SCENE IV.

       SCENE V.

       SCENE VI.

       SCENE VII.

       SCENE VIII.

       SCENE IX.

       SCENE X.

       SCENE XI.

       SCENE XII.

       SCENE XIII.

       SCENE XIV.

       SCENE XV.

       SCENE XVI.

       SCENE XVII.

       SCENE XVIII.

       SCENE XIX.

       SCENE XX.

       SCENE XXI.

       SCENE XXII.

       SCENE XXIII.

       SCENE XXIV.

       ACT V.

       SCENE I.

       SCENE II.

       SCENE III.

       SCENE IV.

       SCENE V.

       SCENE VI.

       SCENE VII.

       SCENE VIII.

       SCENE IX.

       SCENE X.

       SCENE XI.

ACT I.

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SCENE I.

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      The Royal Gardens in Aranjuez.

       CARLOS and DOMINGO.

       DOMINGO.

       Our pleasant sojourn in Aranjuez

       Is over now, and yet your highness quits

       These joyous scenes no happier than before.

       Our visit hath been fruitless. Oh, my prince,

       Break this mysterious and gloomy silence!

       Open your heart to your own father's heart!

       A monarch never can too dearly buy

       The peace of his own son—his only son.

       [CARLOS looks on the ground in silence.

       Is there one dearest wish that bounteous Heaven

       Hath e'er withheld from her most favored child?

       I stood beside, when in Toledo's walls

       The lofty Charles received his vassals' homage,

       When conquered princes thronged to kiss his hand,

       And there at once six mighty kingdoms fell

       In fealty at his feet: I stood and marked

       The young, proud blood mount to his glowing cheek,

       I saw his bosom swell with high resolves,

       His eye, all radiant with triumphant pride,

       Flash through the assembled throng; and that same eye

       Confessed, "Now am I wholly satisfied!"

       [CARLOS turns away.

       This silent sorrow, which for eight long moons

       Hath hung its shadows, prince, upon your brow—

       The mystery of the court, the nation's grief—

       Hath cost your father many a sleepless night,

       And many a tear of anguish to your mother.

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