The Life of Friedrich Schiller. Томас Карлейль

hate the Princess: there is a seductive warmth and grace about her character, which makes us lament her vices rather than condemn them. The poet has drawn her at once false and fair.

      In delineating Eboli and Philip, Schiller seems as if struggling against the current of his nature; our feelings towards them are hardly so severe as he intended; their words and deeds, at least those of the latter, are wicked and repulsive enough; but we still have a kind of latent persuasion that they meant better than they spoke or acted. With the Marquis of Posa, he had a more genial task. This Posa, we can easily perceive, is the representative of Schiller himself. The ardent love of men, which forms his ruling passion, was likewise the constant feeling of his author; the glowing eloquence with which he advocates the cause of truth, and justice, and humanity, was such as Schiller too would have employed in similar circumstances. In some respects, Posa is the chief character of the piece; there is a preëminent magnificence in his object, and in the faculties and feelings with which he follows it. Of a splendid intellect, and a daring devoted heart, his powers are all combined upon a single purpose. Even his friendship for Carlos, grounded on the likeness of their minds, and faithful as it is, yet seems to merge in this paramount emotion, zeal for the universal interests of man. Aiming, with all his force of thought and action, to advance the happiness and best rights of his fellow-creatures; pursuing this noble aim with the skill and dignity which it deserves, his mind is at once unwearied, earnest and serene. He is another Carlos, but somewhat older, more experienced, and never crossed in hopeless love. There is a calm strength in Posa, which no accident of fortune can shake. Whether cheering the forlorn Carlos into new activity; whether lifting up his voice in the ear of tyrants and inquisitors, or taking leave of life amid his vast unexecuted schemes, there is the same sedate magnanimity, the same fearless composure: when the fatal bullet strikes him, he dies with the concerns of others, not his own, upon his lips. He is a reformer, the perfection of reformers; not a revolutionist, but a prudent though determined improver. His enthusiasm does not burst forth in violence, but in manly and enlightened energy; his eloquence is not more moving to the heart than his lofty philosophy is convincing to the head. There is a majestic vastness of thought in his precepts, which recommends them to the mind independently of the beauty of their dress. Few passages of poetry are more spirit-stirring than his last message to Carlos, through the Queen. The certainty of death seems to surround his spirit with a kind of martyr glory; he is kindled into transport, and speaks with a commanding power. The pathetic wisdom of the line, 'Tell him, that when he is a man, he must reverence the dreams of his youth,' has often been admired: that scene has many such.

      The interview with Philip is not less excellent. There is something so striking in the idea of confronting the cold solitary tyrant with 'the only man in all his states that does not need him;' of raising the voice of true manhood for once within the gloomy chambers of thraldom and priestcraft, that we can forgive the stretch of poetic license by which it is effected. Philip and Posa are antipodes in all respects. Philip thinks his new instructor is 'a Protestant;' a charge which Posa rebuts with calm dignity, his object not being separation and contention, but union and peaceful gradual improvement. Posa seems to understand the character of Philip better; not attempting to awaken in his sterile heart any feeling for real glory, or the interests of his fellow-men, he attacks his selfishness and pride, represents to him the intrinsic meanness and misery of a throne, however decked with adventitious pomp, if built on servitude, and isolated from the sympathies and interests of others.

      We translate the entire scene; though not by any means the best, it is among the fittest for extraction of any in the piece. Posa has been sent for by the King, and is waiting in a chamber of the palace to know what is required of him; the King enters, unperceived by Posa, whose attention is directed to a picture on the wall:

Act III. Scene XThe King and Marquis de Posa

      [The latter, on noticing the King, advances towards him, and kneels, then rises, and waits without any symptom of embarrassment.]

      King. [looks at him with surprise].

      We have met before, then?

      Mar.No.

      King.You did my crown

      Some service: wherefore have you shunn'd my thanks?

      Our memory is besieged by crowds of suitors;

      Omniscient is none but He in Heaven.

      You should have sought my looks: why did you not?

      Mar. 'Tis scarcely yet two days, your Majesty,

      Since I returned to Spain.

      King.I am not used

      To be my servants' debtor; ask of me

      Some favour.

      Mar.I enjoy the laws.

      King.That right

      The very murd'rer has.

      Mar.And how much more

      The honest citizen!—Sire, I'm content.

      King [aside]. Much self-respect indeed, and lofty daring!

      But this was to be looked for: I would have

      My Spaniards haughty; better that the cup

      Should overflow than not be full.—I hear

      You left my service, Marquis.

      Mar.Making way

      For men more worthy, I withdrew.

      King.'Tis wrong:

      When spirits such as yours play truant,

      My state must suffer. You conceive, perhaps,

      Some post unworthy of your merits

      Might be offer'd you?

      Mar.No, Sire, I cannot doubt

      But that a judge so skilful, and experienced

      In the gifts of men, has at a glance discover'd

      Wherein I might do him service, wherein not.

      I feel with humble gratitude the favour,

      With which your Majesty is loading me

      By thoughts so lofty: yet I can—[He stops.

      King.You pause?

      Mar. Sire, at the moment I am scarce prepar'd

      To speak, in phrases of a Spanish subject,

      What as a citizen o' th' world I've thought.

      Truth is, in parting from the Court forever,

      I held myself discharged from all necessity

      Of troubling it with reasons for my absence.

      King. Are your reasons bad, then? Dare you not risk

      Disclosing them?

      Mar.My life, and joyfully,

      Were scope allow'd me to disclose them all.

      'Tis not myself but Truth that I endanger,

      Should the King refuse me a full hearing.

      Your anger or contempt I fain would shun;

      But forced to choose between them, I had rather

      Seem to you a man deserving punishment

      Than pity.

      King [with a look of expectation]. Well?

      Mar.The servant of a prince

      I cannot be.[The King looks at him with astonishment.

      I will not cheat my merchant:

      If you deign to take me as your servant,

      You expect, you wish, my actions only;

      You wish my arm in fight, my thought in counsel;

      Nothing more you will accept