King. Mistaken still:
All favours, all preferments, pass through them;
I'm pliant, and they mould me as they please.
Mar. These are your arts, to make them more secure;
Just so your brother used the admiral.
Brothers may think, and act like brothers too.
King. What said you, ha! what mean you, Marmoutiere?
097 Mar. Nay, what mean you? that start betrayed you, sir.
King. This is no vigil of St Bartholomew,
Nor is Blois Paris.
Mar. 'Tis an open town.
King. What then?
Mar. Where you are strongest.
King. Well, what then?
Mar. No more; but you have power, and are provoked.