King monologue (Act 5) — Plays by August Strindberg, Fourth Series

You say that you know? How do you know? I have ceased to believe anything--except in the wrath of God, which has been turned against me. I am now waiting for the axe. Good and well! I have done my service and am now to be discharged. That's why I wish to leave before I am kicked out.--Do you know what day it is to-day? Nobody has thought of it, and I didn't remember until just now.... It is Midsummer Day: _my_ day, which no one celebrates. A generation ago I made my entry into the capital on this day. That was the greatest moment of my life. I thought the work of liberation was done, and I thanked God for it!--But it had not been done, and I am not done with it yet.--The Dalecarlians rose. I subdued them, and thought that I was done, which I was not. Twice more they rose, and each time I gave thanks to God, thinking I had done--which was not the case. The lords of West Gothia rose. I squelched them, and was happy, thinking that I surely must have done by that time--which I had not. And now, Olof?--We are never done until done for--and that's where I am now!