In Europe, or my trouble's thrown away.
I love, my mode, that subjects each and all
May have the power of loving, all and each,
Their mode: I doubt not, many have their sons
To trifle with, talk soft to, all day long:
I have that crown, this chair, D'Ormea, Charles!
Cha. 'T is well I am a subject then, not you.
Vic. [Aside.] D'Ormea has told him everything. [Aloud.] Aha,
I apprehend you: when all 's said, you take
Your private station to be prized beyond