The General. Try us! (They all press forward.) The King. Done with you! (Takes a revolver from his pocket.) Since yesterday I have carried this little thing in my pocket. (They all look alarmed.) The Priest. Merciful heavens! The King (holding out the revolver to him). Will you die for me? If so, I will continue to be King. The Priest. I? What does your Majesty mean? It would be a great sin! The King. You love me, I suppose? All (desperately). Yes, your Majesty! The King. Those who love, believe. Therefore, believe me when I say this: If there is a single one of you who, without thinking twice about it, will die for his King now--here--at once--then I shall consider that as a command laid upon me to go on living and working. The Mayor (in a terrified whisper). He is insane! The General (whispers). Yes! The King. I can hear you!--But I suppose you love your King, even if he is insane? All (in agitated tones). Yes, your Majesty! The King. Majesty, majesty! There is only One who has any majesty about Him--certainly not a madman! But if I have been driven mad by the lies that surround me, it would be a holy deed to make me sound again. You said you would die for me. Redeem your words! That will make me well again!--You, General? The General. My beloved King, it would be--as our reverend friend so aptly put it--a most dreadful sin. The King. You have let slip a splendid opportunity for showing your heroism.--You ought to have seen that I was only putting you to the test!--Good-bye! (Goes into the room on the left.) The General. Absolutely insane! The Others. Absolutely. The Mayor. Such great abilities, too! What might not have been made of him! Bang. The pity of it! The Priest. I got so alarmed. Bang. So did I! (A loud pistol-shot is heard.) The Priest. Another shot? (A pitiful woman's cry is heard from the other room.) The Mayor. What on earth was that? Bang. I daren't think! The Priest. Nor I! (An old woman rushes out of the room on the left, calling out: "Help!--Help!--The King!" and hurries out at the back, calling: "The King! Help, help!" The GENERAL and the MAYOR rush into the other room. Voices are heard outside asking: "The King?--Was it the King?" The confusion and uproar grows. In the midst of it ANNA comes stumbling out of the other room, her hands stretched out before her, as if she did not know where she was going. The noise and confusion grows louder every minute, and crowds of people come rushing into the room from outside as the Curtain falls.) End of Project Gutenberg's Three Dramas, by Bjornstjerne M. Bjornson