Don Carlos (play)

SCENE VII.

The KING's Cabinet.

The KING seated, near him the INFANTA CLARA EUGENIA.

KING (after a deep silence).

No-she is sure my daughter-or can nature

Thus lie like truth! Yes, that blue eye is mine!

And I am pictured in thy every feature.

Child of my love! for such thou art-I fold thee

Thus to my heart; thou art my blood.

[Starts and pauses:

My blood-

What's worse to fear? Are not my features his?

[Takes the miniature in his hand and looks first at

the portrait, then at the mirror opposite; at last he

throws it on the ground, rises hastily, and pushes the

INFANTA from him.

Away, away! I'm lost in this abyss.