Or else the books were intended for the Princess' instruction.
KING.
This sort of book? These French—hold! hold! what have we here—is this not the disgusting novel written by the hunchback Scarron, the husband of the fine Madame Maintenon—his notorious satire upon our Court?
GRUMBKOW AND EVERSMANN (together).
Our Court?
KING (turning the leaves).
A satire on us all—on me—on Seckendorf, Grumbkow, Eversmann.
EVERSMANN.
On me, too? KING (serious).
The Crown Prince has underscored most of it, that it may be better understood. Here is a Marshal with the nickname le chicaneur. You know that's meant for you, Grumbkow.