Pol. These means
Of our defence—these measures of precaution?
Cha. It must be the best way: I should have else
Withered beneath his scorn.
Pol. What would you say?
Cha. Why, do you think I mean to keep the crown, Polyxena?
Pol. You then believe the story
In spite of all—that Victor comes?
Cha. Believe it?
I know that he is coming—feel the strength