RACHEL (rising).
Here, too, no safety? Terror everywhere?
Where shall I flee to?
Here there stands a man
Whose moonbeam glances flood the soul with peace,
And everything about him proves him King.
Thou canst protect me, Sire, and oh, thou wilt!
I will not die, I will not, no, no, no!
[She throws herself on the ground before the KING and seizes his right foot, bending her head to the ground.]
KING (to several who approach).
Let be! Her senses have ta'en flight through fear,
And as she shudders, makes me tremble, too.
RACHEL (sits up).
And everything I have,
(taking off her bracelet)
this bracelet here, This necklace and this costly piece of cloth,
(taking a shawl-like cloth from her neck)