And do you see the stakes all round about?
THE KING.
That, too, is known to you?
ALMA.
'Tis living flesh,
Encased in tow and tar!
THE KING.
His cry of pain
Was music to my ear! It cost me much!
ALMA.
The living entrails on the altar red,
Even today are used by you to move
The innocent to choice of peace or war!
THE KING.