That man at Court!
L'ANGELY.
Why not? One extra
Tiger-cat in the menagerie!
Shall I present him?
DUKE DE BELLEGARDE (haughtily).
Peace, you fool!
L'ANGELY.
I think
I'd cultivate him if I were a lord.
Be friendly! Unto each man comes his day.
If he takes not your hand, he may your head.
[He seeks Laffemas, presents him to Duke de Bellegarde, who bows with ill-concealed displeasure.
LAFFEMAS (bowing).
Sir Duke!