This!
(With a violent movement he tears of his sword and throws it into the midst of the crowd.
Listen to me, you that are gathered here!
(Murmur in the hall. Tremendous uproar below.
Listen to me, you that are under my feet!
(He stamps his foot violently. He casts his eyes about the hall with a savage glare, then bringing them back to the king, who is stretched at his feet, he laughs, and, raising his hand to his face, smears it with blood.
O King!
You asked me what right I had to reign. Will you deny the right of blood?
Look, with this I emblazon the title upon my face, like a light!
You have watered me with your blood and I am covered with it like one who sacrifices,