Don Carlos by Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
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Your journey hither
Has led you, as I hear, through France. What news Have you brought with you from my honored mother And from my dearest brothers? MARQUIS (handing letters). I left your royal mother sick at heart, Bereft of every joy save only this, To know her daughter happy on the throne Of our imperial Spain. QUEEN. Could she be aught But happy in the dear remembrances Of relatives so kind--in the sweet thoughts Of the old time when--Sir, you've visited Full many a court in these your various travels, And seen strange lands and customs manifold; And now, they say, you mean to keep at home A greater prince in your retired domain Than is King Philip on his throne--a freer. You're a philosopher; but much I doubt If our Madrid will please you. We are so-- So quiet in Madrid. MARQUIS. And that is more Than all the rest of Europe has to boast. QUEEN. |
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