CHIEF PROPHET
It is upon your pride that the doom will fall, and will take away your crown and will take away your kingdom.
KING
I will sacrifice my crown and reign uncrowned amongst you, so only I save my kingdom.
CHIEF PROPHET
If you sacrifice your crown which is your pride, and if the stars accept it, perhaps the god that they sent may avert the doom and you may still reign in your kingdom though humbled and uncrowned.
KING
Shall I burn my crown with spices and with incense or cast it into the sea?
CHIEF PROPHET
Let it be laid here by the iron door where the god came who wrote the golden doom. When he comes again by night to shrivel up the city or to pour an enemy in through the iron door, he will see your cast-off pride and perhaps accept it and take it away to the neglected stars.