[During the last speech, the QUEEN has quietly withdrawn through the door at the right.]
Whither, then, went she?
Leave they me alone?
Am I a fool within mine own abode?
[He approaches the door at the right.]
I’ll go to her—What, is it bolted, barred?
[Bursting open the door with a kick.]
I’ll take by storm, then, my domestic bliss.
[He goes in.]
[DON MANRIQUE and GARCERAN appear at the centre door. The latter takes a step across the threshold.]
MANRIQUE. Wilt thou with, us?
GARCERAN. My father!
MANRIQUE. Wilt thou
not?
The
rest are gone—wilt follow them?
GARCERAN. I will.
[They withdraw, the door closes. Pause. The KING returns. In the attitude of one listening intently.]
KING. Listen again!—’Tis
nothing, quiet all!—
Empty,
forlorn, the chambers of the Queen.
But,
on returning, in the turret room,
I
heard the noise of carriages and steeds,
In
rushing gallop, hurrying away.
Am
I alone? Ramiro! Garceran!
[The page, comes from the door at the right.]
KING. Report! What goes on here?
PAGE. Illustrious
Sire,
The
castle is deserted; you and I
Are
at this hour its sole inhabitants.
KING. The Queen?
PAGE. The castle in her carriage left.
KING. Back to Toledo then?
PAGE. I know not, Sire.
The
lords, howe’er—
KING. What lords?
PAGE. Sire, the estates,
Who
all upon their horses swung themselves;
They
did not to Toledo take their way—
Rather
the way which you yourself did come.
KING. What! To Retiro? Ah, now
fall the scales
From
these my seeing and yet blinded eyes!
Murder
this is. They go to slay her there!
My
horse! My horse!
PAGE. Your horse, illustrious
Sire,
Was
lame, and, as you know, at your command—
KING. Well, then, another—Garceran’s, or yours!
PAGE. They’ve taken every horse
from here away,
Perhaps
with them, perhaps but driv’n afar;
As
empty as the castle are the stalls.