Or, with a hidden spring of blood welling up between my breasts, I shall mock the maid who falls asleep in her chair.
—Off with you, heavy and importunate robes!
(She goes out.
The King (springing violently to his feet): Go! It is well!
No imagined terror! Here is horror itself.
Look at me, me the old man!
By this hoary beard that I tear with both hands, I swear
That disaster incarnate
Stands before you and cries, "Adsum!"
You heard the sound of his rage like a battle beneath the horizon,