King Sharaman:
[to those inside the palace after suggesting Dastan should marry Tamina]
He plunges into a hundred foes without thought, but before marriage he stands frozen with fear! And there are those who say he is not yet wise!
[the Persians laugh]
Prince Dastan:
[quietly to Bis]
I need a drink.
[the robe Sharaman is wearing begins to smoke and burn him; soldiers rush to pull it off only for their hands to be burned]
Garsiv:
[runs in to help]
Out of my way!
[soldiers pull him back after his hands burn]
Prince Dastan:
[kneels next to the king]
Father.
Nizam:
Oh God, help us! The robe, it's poisoned!
Prince Dastan:
Somebody help him.
Garsiv:
The robe Dastan gave him!
King Sharaman:
[to Dastan]
Why?
Prince Dastan:
*Somebody help him*!
Garsiv:
Seize the murderer!
Prince Dastan:
*Somebody help him*!
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