THE KING.
(Striking him.) That am I!—And that!—And that!
(The vagabond seeks refuge in flight.)
ALMA.
(Trembling in her father's arms.) O Father, I was leaning over the spring when that man sprang at me!
THE KING.
(Breathing hard.) Calm yourself, my child
ALMA.
My poor father! That I, instead of being able to help you, must still need your help!
THE KING.