Pressing your mouth against the palms of her bleeding hands!
Behold you have delivered one who is stronger than yourself!
The King: No, woman! You cannot
Take this life in your hair.
Live! Be queen! All that I have I leave to you.
Mortal man,
As a traveller benighted in bitter cold takes refuge in the entrails of his horse,
Comforts himself with his woman, seizing her by the breast.
But as for me, I do not desire you.
Let me die alone!