Richelieu: . /ou hear,My liege! What page, man, in the last court grammarMade you a plural? Count, you have seized the hireling: —Sire, shall I name the master? LOUIS. Tush! my Lord,The old contrivance: —ever does your witInvent assassins, — that ambition maySlay rivals —. or, The Conspiracy. 157 , Sire, in what?Service to France? I have none! Lives the manWhom Europe, paled before your glory, deemsRival to Armand Richelieu? LOUIS. What, so haughty!Remember, he who made can unmake. RICHELIEU. Never!Never! Your anger can recall your trust,Annul my office, spoil me of my lands,Ri
Richelieu: . /ou hear,My liege! What page, man, in the last court grammarMade you a plural? Count, you have seized the hireling: —Sire, shall I name the master? LOUIS. Tush! my Lord,The old contrivance: —ever does your witInvent assassins, — that ambition maySlay rivals —. or, The Conspiracy. 157 , Sire, in what?Service to France? I have none! Lives the manWhom Europe, paled before your glory, deemsRival to Armand Richelieu? LOUIS. What, so haughty!Remember, he who made can unmake. RICHELIEU. Never!Never! Your anger can recall your trust,Annul my office, spoil me of my lands,Rifle my coffers, — but my name — my deeds,Are royal in a land beyond your sceptre!Pass sentence on me, if you will; from Kings,Lo ! I appeal to time ! [Be just, my liege —I found your kingdom rent with heresiesAnd bristling with rebellion; lawless noblesAnd breadless serfs ; England fomenting discord ;Austria — her clutch on your dominion; SpainForging the prodigal gold of either IndTo armed thunderbolts. The Arts lay dead,Trade rotted in your marts, your Armies mutinous,Your Treasury bankrupt Would you now revokeYour trust, so be it! and I leave you, soleSupremest Monarch of the mightiest realm,From Ganges to the Icebergs: — Look without; 158 Richelieu :
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