The King: Of what are you dreaming?
Cébès: I dream of the day.
The King: Go, die!
Cébès: What did you say?
The King (rising and running about distractedly): Go, die! We all must die!
O my country! My country! Behold your King wanders alone through his palace and can give you no aid.
I am weaker than a woman in childbirth.
(He is seized with a fit of coughing.
A-ha! A-hha! O my country!
You were weary of me. And everyone said that I built too much and did not know what I was doing and they took the money from me.