"My sojourn in the tomb had sweetened me, but your presence, great king, has destroyed the effect."
"You become insupportable, Chicot; and I now attribute to you ambitious projects and intrigues of which I formerly believed you incapable."
"Projects of ambition! I ambitious! Henriquet, my son, you used to be only foolish, now you are mad; you have progressed."
"And I tell you, M. Chicot, that you wish to separate from me all my old friends, by attributing to them intentions which they have not, and crimes of which they never thought; in fact, you wish to monopolize me."
"I monopolize you! what for? God forbid! you are too tiresome, without counting the difficulty of pleasing you with your food. Oh! no, indeed! Explain to me whence comes this strange idea."
"You began by listening coldly to my praises of your old friend, Dom Modeste, to whom you owe much."
"I owe much to Dom Modeste! Good."
"Then you tried to calumniate the Joyeuses, my true friends."
"I do not say no."
"Then you launched a shaft at the Guises."