The Same: Will you dare, yourself?
(Silence.
Tête-d'or: Time that moves and disposes all things
Withdraws from us like the sea,
And now on the solid earth there stands
For the first time a king.
(He picks up the crown from the floor.
Vanish, like wreaths of smoke, dreams, prestige, past, and you
Who look at me, I bid you dare
To contemplate with new eyes a new day!