Chicot the Jester

, D'Epernon and Schomberg an order to retire into the provinces, threatened Quelus and Maugiron to punish them

he was prodigal in

roached, the king seemed trying to r

t," then said he, "g

oing to bed. I want my barber, my hairdresser,

ant none of them to-night

he cream,"

entered the room, wh

am the favorite to-night. Am I h

d you, gentlemen of

the king and Chic

not greased us yet. Are you going to grease me with

pray," s

ou called me here for, I prefer to return to the b

said t

ve made me tear the shoulders of my friends with cow-hide, and now we are to be

serable chatterer, an

jester to a monk. Confiteor-I rep

rilege,

a cage with lions and apes, than w

locked

t me go, I will cry, I will call, I will br

, in a melancholy tone,

ne. Tyrants always are so. Take my long swo

rvously around, and seemed so agitated and grew so pale

e matter, tell your troub

nd said, "Yes, you are m

hicot, "the abbey

icot, you a

Pithiviers, where the

buffooneries, yo

me an abbey, giv

en a wi

t no, when I think of it, I should prefer a regiment, fo

Chicot, the terribl

re beginni

will

r wh

t will show you. Ch

ll your captain of the guard, your Swiss, an

command y

master. I am afrai

f I must, I wil

, tell. Is it a crocodile? my sword is sharp, for I use it every week to cut my

" said Henri

lso," sa

reath swept o

was hungry, and who

my beard bristle with

e me tremble

ling voice, "then a voice sounded thro

hat the crocodile has a voice like the crying of children

able sinner,' s

then it was n

said the voice, 'I

ngel o

it was a frig

the sound o

o you hear, hardened sinner; are you dete

y much the same as other

other reproaches, which I a

aid, that I may see if

! do you

e waited so long to reproach you. So,

rrow seemed to d

do not know what I should have done

es

they

es

e was no

on

frigh

that I sent for

he

edia

the truth for once. What did

hudde

uld th

o repent, as the

harm in repenting. But what

hat I must think of it seriou

ave you

00 livres to

y we

d myself and

t! but

t? It is not to the jester I speak, b

k your majesty ha

think

l not be renewed, unless your m

ot, I was awake, m

ep lik

through my windows, and its light on the amethyst in the

the l

gone

am, my

aid that God speaks to kings, when He wi

ut so low that the

made you stay?-that you

elieve me if I

cret which I confide t

Perhaps it will a

what mu

bed,

ut

at sitting up wi

hen, you

aid

n, I will

oo

ou wil

not, I will

not go t

sleep is like fear, my son,

l try, a

h myself. Besides, th

ke about t

ell, go

remblingly into bed. Then Chicot established him in h

feel, sire

well;

; good nig

Chicot; do no

d Chicot, yawning fi

yes, the king to pretend to