Thomas Otway. Thomas Otway
King. Then from this minute ne'er see Carlos more.— Thou slave, that darest do ill with such a port, For ever here I banish thee my court. Within some cloister lead a private life, That I may love and rule without this strife. Here, Eboli, receive her to thy charge: The treasure's precious, and the trust is large. Whilst I, retiring hence, myself make fit To wait for joys which are too fierce to meet. [Exit.
Don Car. My exile from his presence I can bear With pleasure: but, no more to look on her! Oh, 'tis a dreadful curse I cannot bear. No, madam, all his power shall nothing do: I'll stay and take my banishment from you. Do you command me, see how far I'll fly.
Queen. Will Carlos be at last my enemy? Consider, this submission I have shown, More to preserve your safety than my own. Ungratefully you needless ways devise, To lose a life which I so dearly prize.
Don Car. So now her fortune's made, and I am left Alone, a naked wanderer to shift. [Aside. Madam, you might have spared the cruelty;
[To the Queen.
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