Once more, deceptive shape, you dare to tread
Before my eyes. Who are you? Let me know!
ALMA.
I am yourself!
THE KING.
Myself! But I am that!
ALMA.
Which of us two is right will soon appear!
Before you, mangled by a beast of prey,
There lies a corpse. The blame belongs to you!
THE KING.
I murdered him! How know you of such things?
ALMA.