Here's Montferrat—a breadth here, a space there— (Or Rome, which was it? You 're the scholar, Charles!) Fresh foes assailed you, either side; 'scape these, Charles. No: straight on shall I go, Truth helping; win with it or die with it. Victor. 'Faith, Charles, you're not made Europe's fighting-man! The barrier-guarder, if you please. You clutch This side, with Austria that, the territory I held—ay, and will hold . . . which you shall hold -The privilege to prattle with my son And daughter here, though Europe wait the while. Polyxena. Nay, sir,-at Chambery, away for ever, Victor. Polyxena [aside]. Is the trap there? Indeed! Ay, call this parting-death The sacreder your memory becomes. If I misrule Sardinia, how bring back Polyxena [who watches VICTOR narrowly this while]. Your father does not mean You should be ruling for your father's sake: It is your people must concern you wholly Charles. That people is now part of me. Victor. About the people! I took certain measures Some short time since . . . Oh, I know well, you know But little of my measures! These affect The nobles; we 've resumed some grants, imposed A tax or two prepare yourself, in short, For clamour on that score. Mark me: you yield No jot No jot of aught entrusted you! Polyxena. You yield! Charles. My father, when I took the oath, What you require. Till from this eminence The meanest of my rights. Victor [aside]. The boy's a fool! -Or rather, I'm a fool: for, what's wrong here? Be ready with its bitters. Enter D'ORMEA. There's beside Somewhat to press upon your notice first. Charles. Then why delay it for an instant, sir? That Spanish claim perchance? And, now you speak, -This morning, my opinion was mature, Which, boy-like, I was bashful in producing To one I ne'er am like to fear in future! My thought is formed upon that Spanish claim. Victor. Betimes indeed. Not now, Charles! You require A host of papers on it. D'Ormea [coming forward]. Here they are. [To CHARLES.] I, sir, was minister and much beside Of the late monarch; to say little, him I served: on you I have, to say e'en less, No claim. This case contains those papers: with them I tender you my office. Victor [hastily.] Keep him, Charles! There's reason for it—many reasons: you Distrust him, nor are so far wrong there,—but Do not accept those reasons: have him stay! In justice to myself, you do not need Sir, believe, E'en this commending: howsoe'er might seem D'Ormea. I did not offer you My service would that I could serve you, sir! Victor. But despatch At least the dead, in my good daughter's phrase, Before the living! Help to house me safe Ere with D'Ormea you set the world a-gape! Here is a paper-will you overlook What I propose reserving for my needs? I get as far from you as possible: Here's what I reckon my expenditure. Charles [reading]. A miserable fifty thousand crowns— Victor. Oh, quite enough for country gentlemen! Beside the exchequer happens.. but find out All that, yourself! Charles [still reading]. "Count Tende"-what means this ? Victor. Me: you were but an infant when I burst Through the defile of Tende upon France. Had only my allies kept true to me! Was for my own detailing. [To CHARLES.] That anon! Charles [to D'ORMEA]. Explain what you have said, sir ! D'Ormea. The marriage of the King to her I named, Profoundly kept a secret these few weeks, Was not to be one, now he's Count. I supposed |