Let my child be called! I have nothing to leave her but her princely ancestry, and now she is about to be cheated of this last possession through my stupendous folly! Who will believe the girl when my eyes are closed! Indeed, there is nothing in me to recall a king! And my pictures, my statues are destroyed! And even if a picture were found, who would accept a resemblance as proof of my monstrous statement! A resemblance in which time has destroyed every trace! Help me, Heavenly Father, in this anguish worse than death! (KING PIETRO: Have you quite forgotten, my dear Alexandrion, that King Nicola is dead?!) Dead?----How kindly you speak because you think I am mad! Dead?----Where is he buried? I fought against the flood and escaped to land beyond the city walls. But who will believe me! Call my child here! She will advise me, as she has done a hundred thousand times before, with her wisdom. (FILIPO: I'll hurry and call your own physician, my respected father!) Call my child! My child!

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

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