Don Carlos by Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
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page 62 of 338 (18%)
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KING (tearing himself from him).
This trifling grows too bold. CARLOS. A son's devotion Too bold! Alas! KING. And, to crown all, in tears! Degraded boy! Away, and quit my sight! CARLOS. Now, then, or never!--pardon, O my father! KING. Away, and leave my sight! Return to me Disgraced, defeated, from the battle-field, Thy sire shall meet thee with extended arms: But thus in tears, I spurn thee from my feet. A coward's guilt alone should wash its stains In such ignoble streams. The man who weeps Without a blush will ne'er want cause for tears! CARLOS. Who is this man? By what mistake of nature Has he thus strayed amongst mankind? A tear Is man's unerring, lasting attribute. Whose eye is dry was ne'er of woman born! Oh, teach the eye that ne'er hath overflowed, The timely science of a tear--thou'lt need |
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