The King's Threshold; and On Baile's Strand

by W. B. Yeats

And for this further reason that I love you.

[Seanchan pushes bread away with Fedelm’s hand.

You have refused it, Seanchan.

Seanchan.

We have refused it.

King.

I have been patient though I am a king,

And have the means to force you—but that’s ended,

And I am but a king and you a subject.

[He goes up steps.