((As before.)) I am the ruler!----He of you who doubts Let him stand forth!----I'll prove my claim to him! I was not wont before to praise myself, But now the world has robbed me of that pride. To him who wears a dagger at his hip I'll teach the art of sinking it with grace Into his foeman's breast; so that the duel, From a rude spectacle of sweat and blood, Becomes as pleasant as an el fen dance And even death puts on a sweeter garb!---- I am the ruler!----From the herd of barbs Bring me the wildest of unbroken steeds; Nor trouble you with saddle nor with bit; Let him but feel my heels press in his flanks He'll pant beneath me in the Spanish gait And from that time be tractable to ride. I am the ruler! Come unto the feast! The world is distant with its petty ills, The evening star illuminates our meal, From distant arcades mellow songs arise. The guest may wander through the twilight green Where, from the shelter of a plashing fall, The sportive nymphs will lure him with their wiles. I am the king! Go fetch a maiden here! Let her be chaste as is the morning dew! I'll not awake her innocent alarms; I come a beggar with an empty scrip; Six steps away from her I'll stand. Warn her 'Gainst wiles of Satan! 'Ere a star grows pale I'll move, not only body, but her son! Bring me the truest wife among them all! She soon shall doubt if loathing or if faith Is greater pander to the lusts of flesh And, doubtingly, shall offer me her lips. I am the king! What child is here as small In hands and feet, or even in his joints! With scorn I look upon you as you laugh, Your feet may jig, your hands may fan the air, The brains within your skulls are very stale! So be it!----Will the slimmest maiden here Venture to dance with me in trial of skill? She never knew the bloody task of war And all her joints are quite as small as mine. ((As nobody offers, to Alma.)) Reach me a torch, my child! (Alma takes a glowing brand from the bonfire and hands it to the King. Then, standing at the foot of the rock, she plays a melody on her lute.) (The King gracefully and with dignity dances a few steps of a courtly torch dance, then throws the glowing brand back into the fire.) ((The Spectators give vent to prolonged applause.))

The King Monologue from Such is Life: A Play in Five Acts

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