Chapter 12

King, sunk in gloomy contemplation, walks a few steps up and down; Alva approaches with embarrassment.

KING. Hold yourself ready to depart for Brussels Upon a moment's notice.

ALVA. All is prepared, my liege.

KING. And your credentials Lie ready sealed within my cabinet,-- Meanwhile obtain an audience of the queen, And bid the prince farewell.

ALVA. As I came in I met him with a look of frenzy wild Quitting the chamber; and your majesty Is strangely moved, methinks, and bears the marks Of deep excitement--can it be the theme Of your discourse----

KING. Concerned the Duke of Alva. [The KING keeps his eye steadfastly fixed on him. I'm pleased that Carlos hates my councillors, But I'm disturbed that he despises them. [ALVA, coloring deeply, is about to speak. No answer now: propitiate the prince.

ALVA. Sire!

KING. Tell me who it was that warned me first Of my son's dark designs? I listened then To you, and not to him. I will have proof. And for the future, mark me, Carlos stands Nearer the throne--now duke--you may retire.

[The KING retires into his cabinet. Exit DUKE by another door.