His strength's a lion's--

(Voices within. The King! The King!--)

(Enter King.)

A LORD.
And on a sudden how he stands at gaze
As might a wolf just fasten'd on his prey,
Glaring at a suddenly encounter'd lion.

KING.
And I that hither flew with open arms
To fold them round my son, must now return
To press them to an empty heart again!
(He sits on the throne.)

SEG.
That is the King?--My father?
(After a long pause.)
I have heard
That sometimes some blind instinct has been known
To draw to mutual recognition those
Of the same blood, beyond all memory
Divided, or ev'n never met before.
I know not how this is--perhaps in brutes
That live by kindlier instincts--but I know
That looking now upon that head whose crown
Pronounces him a sovereign king, I feel
No setting of the current in my blood