SCENE V.

An officer of the Body Guard. The former.

OFFICER (urgently).

Rebellion! Where's the king?

[He makes his way through the crowd up to the KING.

Madrid's in arms!

To thousands swelled, the soldiery and people

Surround the palace; and reports are spread

That Carlos is a prisoner-that his life

Is threatened. And the mob demand to see

Him living, or Madrid will be in flames.

THE GRANDEES (with excitement).

Defend the king!

ALVA (to the KING, who remains quiet and unmoved).

Fly, sire! your life's in danger.

As yet we know not who has armed the people.

KING (rousing from his stupor, and advancing with dignity among then).

Stands my throne firm, and am I sovereign yet

Over this empire? No! I'm king no more.

These cowards weep-moved by a puny boy.

They only wait the signal to desert me.

I am betrayed by rebels!

ALVA.

Dreadful thought!

KING.

There! fling yourselves before him-down before

The young, the expectant king; I'm nothing now

But a forsaken, old, defenceless man!

ALVA.

Spaniards! is't come to this?

[All crowd round the KING, and fall on their knees before

him with drawn swords. CARLOS remains alone with the corpse,

deserted by all.

KING (tearing off his mantle and throwing it from him).

There! clothe him now

With this my royal mantle; and on high

Bear him in triumph o'er my trampled corpse!

[He falls senseless in ALVA's and LERMA's arms.

LERMA.

For heaven's sake, help!

FERIA.

Oh, sad, disastrous chance!

LERMA.

He faints!

ALVA (leaves the KING in LERMA's and FERIA's hands).

Attend his majesty! whilst I

Make it my aim to tranquillize Madrid.

[Exit ALVA. The KING is borne off, attended by all the grandees.

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