But I beg you to do one of two things,
Either kill me, if such is your will, upon the instant,
Or let me die and do not trouble me with your importunate cries.
It is the moment in which I would meditate alone.
The Princess: I do not hate you.
The King: I am glad. Farewell, young girl.
(He smiles at her.
(Pause.
The Princess: O Tête-d'or!
I do not regret that you killed my father!