GARCERAN. What I think, Sire?
KING. Dissemble not! You are a connoisseur,
Myself have never looked at women much
But she seems beautiful.
GARCERAN. She is, O Sire!
KING. Be strong then, for you shall accomp'ny her.
RACHEL (who stands in the middle of the stage with trembling knees and bent head, pushing up her sleeve).
Put on my bracelet. Oh you hurt me so.
The necklace, too-indeed, that still hangs here.
The kerchief keep, I feel so hot and choked.
KING. Convey her home!
GARCERAN. But, Sire, I fear—
KING. Well, what?
GARCERAN. The people are aroused.