Vex all my policies, overthrow my plans,
And make of our political affairs
The kind of stew the French call bouillabaisse.
The Crowd (murmuring): We’ll have none of that. None of that. We’ll rise and storm their strongholds. We’ll burn down their castles to the ground.
King David:
Peace, peace, my friends, and hear me out. They say
(Insolent curs), these Younger statesmen say,
They’d have my leadership because they know,
Perchance, that I have prowess in the field.
But in the Council Chamber I’ll be nought,