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(The King is sitting on his throne. The Peasant Man and the Peasant Woman are standing before the King. The Soldier is standing beside the King)
PEASANT MAN:Please forgive me, your majesty. It is true that I stole some bread, but I did it for my family.
PEASANT WOMAN: (crying) We haven’t eaten in days. My children cry day and night.
KING: I don’t care!. You stole from me and you should pay for that.
PEASANT MAN: Your majesty, I am so sick that I’m unable to work. The pain is unbearable!.
KING:(he stands and tells the soldier) Take them away, and keep them locked for three months.
PEASANT WOMAN: No, please I’m begging you!. Who will take care of my children?.
KING: I don’t want to listen to you anymore. Get out of here!.
PEASANT WOMAN: (crying) You are so cruel. Have mercy of us!.
(The Soldier, the Peasant Man and the Peasant Woman leave the stage)
KING:I don’t know what compassion is. (he sits. A man in ragged clothes but with a terrifying face enters the stage and stands before the King. The King stands) Who are you?.
ANGEL OF DEATH: I am the destroyer of happiness and the divider of friends.
KING: Who let you in?.
ANGEL OF DEATH: I don’t need anybody’s permission to come into your palace.
KING: I’ll call my soldiers and they will throw you out of here!. You’re so disrespectful!. You must be a thief like the ones I just sent to jail before you came in.
ANGEL OF DEATH: I am not scared of you or anybody else, and I don’t feel threatened by your soldiers. And you’re right, I am disrespectful because I don’t respect tyrants. You can not escape from me!.
KING:(scared) Are you the Angel of Death?!.
ANGEL OF DEATH: Yes, I am.
KING: Please, I beg you, let me live one more day. I hurt a lot of people and I must ask for their forgiveness. I need time to give back everything I stole from the poor. I don’t want to die without repenting and confessing my sins and be judged by the Lord and suffer punishment, and shame.
ANGEL OF DEATH: That’s impossible!. How can I grant you one more day if the days of your life are counted and your breaths numbered.
KING: Then give me an hour!.
ANGEL OF DEATH: The hour was in the account, and has passed while you regret your actions. It has finished along with your breaths…you only have one left.
KING: Who will be with me, when I am taken to my grave?.
ANGEL OF DEATH: Only your good deeds.
KING: I didn’t do good deeds!.
ANGEL OF DEATH: Then you will be destroyed in a lake of fire created by the Almighty.
KING: I’m begging you, don’t take me with you. Have mercy of me!.
ANGEL OF DEATH: (raises his right arm) Now you want mercy after all you have done?. After you sent to jail those poor people?. (The King falls to the floor and dies) I don’t know what compassion is.