Do not enrage yourself so in your fatigue, my father. See, you must take a little nap! I will look for fresh water to quench your thirst and cool your fevered brow.
THE KING.
(Laying down his head.) Thank you, my child.
ALMA.
(Kissing him.) My dear father! (Exit.)
THE KING.
(Rises.) How I have grown to love this beautiful land since I have slunk about it at the risk of my life! ——Even the worst disaster always brings good with it. Had I not cared so little for my brave people of Perugia and Umbria, had I not shown myself to them only at carnivals and in fancy dress, God knows, but I might have been recognized long ago! Here comes one of them now!
(A landed proprietor comes up the road.)
THE KING.
God greet you, sir! Can you not give me work on your estate?