The King. Majesty, majesty! There is only One who has any majesty about Him—certainly not a madman! But if I have been driven mad by the lies that surround me, it would be a holy deed to make me sound again. You said you would die for me. Redeem your words! That will make me well again!—You, General?
The General. My beloved King, it would be—as our reverend friend so aptly put it—a most dreadful sin.
The King. You have let slip a splendid opportunity for showing your heroism.—You ought to have seen that I was only putting you to the test!—Good-bye! (Goes into the room on the left.)
The General. Absolutely insane!
The Others. Absolutely.
The Mayor. Such great abilities, too! What might not have been made of him!
Bang. The pity of it!
The Priest. I got so alarmed.
Bang. So did I! (A loud pistol-shot is heard.)
The Priest. Another shot? (A pitiful woman's cry is heard from the other room.)