The varlet who disposed this precious trap [Pointing to the crown.
That was to take me—ask them if they think
Their own sons envy them their posts!—Know me!
Vic. But you know me, it seems: so, learn, in brief,
My pleasure. This assembly is convened ...
Cha. Tell me, that woman put it in your head!
You were not sole contriver of the scheme,
My father!
Vic. Now observe me, sir! I jest
Seldom—on these points, never. Here, I say,