I have no friend in the wide world: nor France Nor England cares for me: you see the sum Cha. Take it, my father! And now say in turn, Was it done well, my father-sure not well, But, from that moment, e'en more woefully Were happy once! No doubt my people think That I'm their King still . . . but I cannot strive! Vic. [one hand on the crown CHARLES offers, the other on his neck.] So few years give it quietly, All is alike gone by with me-who beat To have been Eugene's comrade, Louis's rival, Cha. [putting the crown on him, to the rest.] The Vic. I am then King! As I became a King So I die King, with Kingship dying too What wants my story of completion? Where Must needs the damning break show! Who mistrusts My children here-tell they of any break 'Twixt my day's sunrise and its fiery fall? And who were by me when I died but they? Who? D'Ormea there! Cha. Vic. What means he? Ever there! Charles-how to save your story? Mine must go! I spend without a sight of you, then die— Cha. Vic. Mistrust me? Help! Past help, past reach! "Tis in the heart—you cannot reach the heart : This broke mine, that I did believe, you, Charles, Would have denied and so disgraced me. Charles Pol. Of your own character: he acted you- I hold him worlds the worse on that account; Cha. [to POLYX.] I love you, now, indeed! [To VICTOR.] You never knew me! Hardly till this moment, Vic. As guile. Is this my daughter's forehead?--Yes- Than formerly-I've ploughed the deep lines there Ha! Where lurks he? D'Ormea! Come nearer to your King! Now stand! [Collecting his strength as D'ORMEA approaches. But you lied, D'Ormea! I do not repent. [Dies |