PHYSICIAN: Yes, Sire, you are going to die. You won’t have your breakfast tomorrow. No dinner this evening either. The cook has turned off the gas. He’s given back his apron. He’s put the tablecloths and napkins in the cupboard for ever. KING: Who’s given such orders without my consent? I feel perfectly well. You’re joking. Lies. (To Marguerite.) You’ve always wanted me dead. (To Marie.) She’s always wanted me dead. (To Marguerite.) I’ll die when I like, I’m the King, it’s me who decides.
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