Pol. Once I had found my share in triumph, Charles,
Or death.
Cha. But you are I! But you I call
To take, Heaven's proxy, vows I tendered Heaven
A moment since. I will deserve the crown!
Pol. You will. [Aside.] No doubt it were a glorious thing
For any people, if a heart like his
Ruled over it. I would I saw the trap.
(Enter Victor.)
'T is he must show me.