The Priest. Merciful heavens!
The King (holding out the revolver to him). Will you die for me? If so, I will continue to be King.
The Priest. I? What does your Majesty mean? It would be a great sin!
The King. You love me, I suppose?
All (desperately). Yes, your Majesty!
The King. Those who love, believe. Therefore, believe me when I say this: If there is a single one of you who, without thinking twice about it, will die for his King now—here—at once—then I shall consider that as a command laid upon me to go on living and working.
The Mayor (in a terrified whisper). He is insane!
The General (whispers). Yes!
The King. I can hear you!—But I suppose you love your King, even if he is insane?
All (in agitated tones). Yes, your Majesty!