MICHELE.
Get out, you beast! You can lick our spoons when we have had enough!
THE KING.
(Strives with himself, seeking to master his anger, then strikes his brow.) Oh, a curse upon this king who hinders me from allowing myself to be thrashed by this rascal! Oh, a curse upon the king who hinders me crushing this rascal, whom I understand better than he understands me! Oh, a curse upon the king who hinders me from being a man like other men! Oh a triple curse upon the king!
(The journeymen spring up in horror.)
MICHELE.
Did you hear? He cursed the king! He cursed the king!
BATTISTA AND NOE.
(Together.) He has cursed the king!
MICHELE.