"Yes."
"Will you go to Navarre?"
"I would go to the devil."
"You are joking."
"No; since my death I joke no more."
"But you refused just now to quit Paris."
"I was wrong, and I repent. I will go to Navarre, if you will send me."
"Doubtless; I wish it."
"I wait your orders, gracious prince," said Chicot, assuming the same attitude as Joyeuse.
"But you do not know if the mission will suit you. I have certain projects of embroiling Margot with her husband."