The King comes speedily to fix your fate.
Gyges.
To dying men, no matter who they be,
One last request is granted free. You will
Be loath t’ abridge my dead man’s beggar-right,
I know you cannot do it. Then let me go!
[Rhodope makes a gesture of refusal.
I have done all that in me lay. Then come
What is to come. I bear no whit of blame.
[Enter Kandaules.