Stamp thy feet until thou art ready to fall down;
Whilst I sit down here.
(The Queen sits to one side and laughs continually, amused at Dodon. Dodon waves his hand despairingly and starts the mad dance. Black boys run out from the tent and form a circle around Dodon. His strength exhausted, he falls down on the carpet. The dance ends, and the black boys re-enter the tent.)
King Dodon
(on his knees).
Stop! I have no more strength.
(Gets up.)
If I am so dear to thee,
Take me and all my Kingdom;
For all I have is thine, and likewise I myself.
Queen of Shemakhan
(disdainfully).