You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,As full of grief as age, wretched in both.If it be you that stirs these daughters'hearts 27oAgainst their father, fool me not so muchTo bear it tamely. Touch me with noble anger!
The King explodes in emotional distress, praying to God for pity, help and patience but denies that he will allow this to overcome him. "No, I'll not weep", but then of course weeps uncontrollably and is rushed away. There is a lot of irony in this scene as well as internal struggle.