“Of having displeased me.”
“Sire, have our family quarrels need of witnesses?”
“You are right, monsieur. My friends, let me speak a little to my brother.”
“I will take Aurilly,” said Maugiron.
“Now we are alone, monsieur,” said the king, when they were gone.
“I waited for this moment impatiently.”
“And I also; ah, you want my crown, my worthy Eteocles; you made of the League a means, and of the throne an aim, and were consecrated in a corner of Paris, to be able to proclaim yourself to the Parisians shining with holy oil.”
“Alas! your majesty will not let me speak.”
“What for?—to lie, or to tell me things which I know already? But no, you would lie; for to confess what you have done, would be to confess that you merit death. You would lie, and I would spare you that shame.”
“My brother, is it your intention to overwhelm me with outrages?”