I need your help to keep myself on my feet.
(Pause.
Where are your hands?
The Princess: What can you do?
The King: Where are your hands? I tell you that now I cannot see distinctly.
Quickly, before I fall.
I feel your hair. Your arms are here.
I cannot raise my arms. My hands are dead
Like those of a man who has stayed too long in cold water.
But there is still strength in my head. My teeth shall serve for pincers.