To Charles.
Cha. Pray speak, sir!
Vic. 'Faith, not much to say:
Only what shows itself, you once i' the point
Of sight. You're now the King: you 'll comprehend
Much you may oft have wondered at—the shifts,
Dissimulation, wiliness I showed.
For what's our post? Here 's Savoy and here 's Piedmont,
Here's Montferrat—a breadth here, a space there—
To o'er-sweep all these, what 's one weapon worth?