The Mayor. Is the King back? He must have come in the night!
Bang. Let me see!—I know him personally.
The General (holding him back). Of course it is the King.
The Mayor. Really?
Bang. I recognise him by his agitation! It is he.
The General. Hush! Let us go quietly out again! (They begin to move off.)
The Mayor. He is grieved. Naturally.
Bang. First of all her death; and then this—!
The Priest. It is the judgment of heaven!
The King (turning round). Who is that? What? (Comes forward.) Who said that? (They all stop, take off their hats and bow.) Come back! (They come back hastily.) Who said: "It is the judgment of heaven"?