THE KING.
And so, you think you'll have to hang, poor fool!
L'ANGELY (aside).
He means it! God! I feel cold perspiration
Starting upon my brow.
[Aloud.] Unless a word
From you—
THE KING.
Whom shall I have to make me laugh?
If you should rise from out the tomb, come back
And tell me all about it. 'Tis a chance!
L'ANGELY.
The errand is a pleasant one!
[The King continues to walk rapidly, speaking to L'Angely now and then.
THE KING.