Let me beseech you on my bended knee,
For your own sake—for Poland’s—and for his,
Who, looking up for counsel to the skies,
Did what he did under authority
To which the kings of earth themselves are subject,
And whose behest not only he that suffers,
But he that executes, not comprehends,
But only He that orders it—
Seg. The King—
My father!—Either I am mad already,