“The malevolent, my lord, are fools. Was it not necessary for the good of the state and the interests of the young king, that you should live in good intelligence with the queen? Pass on, pass on!”
“I assure you,” said Mazarin, “you remove a terrible weight from my breast.”
“These are all trifles!—look for something serious.”
“I have had much ambition, father.”
“That is the march of great minds and things, my lord.”
“Even the longing for the tiara?”
“To be pope is to be the first of Christians. Why should you not desire that?”
“It has been printed that, to gain that object, I had sold Cambria to the Spaniards.”
“You have, perhaps, yourself written pamphlets without severely persecuting pamphleteers.”
“Then, reverend father, I have truly a clean breast. I feel nothing remaining but slight peccadilloes.”