Dost thou crave my destruction so dearly?
Vivien. Thou alone canst do it and survive,
Thou art of so little worth in his estimation,
And thou must.
Dagonet. Yea, Vivien, I will. Oh poor world,
Where e’en royalty cannot ’scape the blight!
God save us all! I will e’en commence now.
Here cometh the king.
[Exit Vivien.
King enters at the left.