Childish bodies, glowing pure,
Are made a sacrifice unto your lust,
That you may see their tender limbs contort.
THE KING.
No! Nevermore!
ALMA.
You see, you must give way.
That shows that you are weak and I am strong!
THE KING.
(Sinking to his knees.)
Have mercy!
ALMA.
Have you ever yet
Obtained victory in strife with me?