humiliation_): Get up, sheep! You obeyed me, didn't you? You might have put the straight jacket on me!... Crush a man with the weight of a word--it's nothing--a fly! all our life is crushed by the weigh of words: the weight of the dead. Look at me here: can you really suppose that Henry IV. is still alive? All the same, I speak, and order you live men about! Do you think it's a joke that the dead continue to live?--Yes, _here_ it's a joke! But get out into the live world!--Ah, you say: what a beautiful sunrise--for us! All time is before us!--Dawn! We will do what we like with this day--. Ah, yes! To tell with tradition, the old conventions! Well, go on! You will do nothing but repeat the old, old words, while you imagine you are living! (_Goes up to Berthold who has now become quite stupid_.) You don't understand a word of this, do you? What's your name? BERTHOLD. I?... What?... Berthold.... HENRY IV. Poor Berthold! What's your name here? BERTHOLD. I ... I ... my name in Fino. HENRY IV. (_feeling the warning and critical glances of the others, turns to them to reduce them to silence_). Fino? BERTHOLD. Fino Pagliuca, sire. HENRY IV. (_turning to Landolph_). I've heard you call each other by your nick-names often enough! Your name is Lolo, isn't it? LANDOLPH. Yes, sire.... (_then with a sense of immense joy_). Oh, Lord! Oh Lord! Then he is not mad.... HENRY IV. (_brusquely_). What? LANDOLPH (_hesitating_). No ... I said.... HENRY IV. Not mad, eh? We're having a joke on those that think I am mad! (_To Harold_)--I say, boy, your name's Franco.... (_to Ordulph_) And yours.... ORDULPH. Momo. HENRY IV. Momo, Momo.... A nice name that! LANDOLPH. So he isn't.... HENRY IV. What are you talking about? Of course not! Let's have a jolly, good laugh!... (_Laughs_): Ah!... Ah!... Ah!... LANDOLPH--HAROLD--ORDULPH (_looking at each other half happy and half dismayed_). Then he's cured!... he's all right!... HENRY IV. Silence! Silence!... (_To Berthold_): Why don't you laugh? Are you offended? I didn't mean it especially for you. It's convenient for everybody to insist that certain people are mad, so they can be shut up. Do you know why? Because it's impossible to hear them speak! What shall I say of these people who've just gone away? That one is a whore, another a libertine, another a swindler ... don't you think so? You can't believe a word he says ... don't you think so?--By the way, they all listen to me terrified. And why are they terrified, if what I say isn't true? Of course, you can't believe what madmen say--yet, at the same time, they stand there with their eyes wide open with terror!--Why? Tell me, tell me, why?--You see I'm quite calm now!