(Enter D'Ormea and Victor, with Guards.)
Vic. At last I speak; but once—that once, to you!
'T is you I ask, not these your varletry,
Who 's King of us?
Cha. [From his seat.] Count Tende ...
Vic. What your spies
Assert I ponder in my soul, I say—
Here to your face, amid your guards! I choose
To take again the crown whose shadow I gave—
For still its potency surrounds the weak