ALMA.
The Mother Superior of the Urselines will testify (Frightened.) My father! Jesu, Maria, your look! What are you seeking so helplessly? For God's sake, speak!
FILIPO.
(Who has hurried to aid the King.) Go, Donna Alma! The strength begins to leave his limbs.
THE KING.
(Struggling against death, while Filipo and Alma support him upon the steps of the throne.) I seek proofs!——Proofs! Who can prove by his corpse that he was a king!——It is the last chance!——I am not mad!——Hurry, my child!——Proofs!——Too late! too late!——Such is life!
ALMA.
(Bending over him, lamenting.) My father! Don't you hear me? Look me in the eye, my father! What is your hand seeking? Your child is kneeling beside you!
THE KING.
——I thank you, bu—but not as a king——only——as——a man——