"Oh, sire, kings know everything."
"That is what we tell the people, and what flatterers tell us."
"Then, sire, it is useless for me to recite to your majesty the letter which I learned by heart, since neither of us would understand it."
"Is Latin not very much like Italian?"
"So they say, sire."
"And Spanish?"
"I believe so."
"Then let us try. I know a little Italian, and my Gascon patois is something like Spanish: perhaps I may understand Latin without ever having learned it."
"Your majesty orders me to repeat it, then?"
"I beg you, dear M. Chicot."