Whichever way the trembling scale may turn,
Will leave the crown of Poland for some one
To wait no longer than the setting sun!
Clo. Courage, my liege! The curtain is undrawn,
And each must play his part out manfully,
Leaving the rest to heaven.
King. Whose written words
If I should misinterpret or transgress!
But as you say—
(To the Lord, who exit.) You, back to him at once;