Chamb. My Lord!—
A Lord. His strength’s a lion’s—
Voices within. The King! The King!—
Enter King.
A Lord. And on a sudden how he stands at gaze,
As might a wolf just fasten’d on his prey,
Glaring at a suddenly encounter’d lion.
King. And I that hither flew with open arms
To fold them round my son, must now return
To press them to an empty heart again!