When it is more difficult to stir one foot than the whole mass of an empire
I must rise
From the lazy bed of death.
(He struggles to his feet and walks toward her, reeling.
The Princess: What are you doing?
The King: This way?
The Princess: Leave me! What are you doing?
Why do you come?
The King: Is it you that I hold? I can no longer see distinctly. Let me
Lean upon you till I can get my breath. I can do no more!