And he clapped Rambouillet on the shoulder.
"There!" he said, with one of his horrible oaths, "'tis settled! 'Tis settled! Go, man, and take your orders! And you, M.de Retz," he continued, in a tone of savage mockery, "go, my lord, and give them!" "I, sire ?" the Italian Marshal answered, in accents of deprecation.

There were times when the young King would show his impatience of the Italian ring, the Retzs and Biragues, the Strozzis and Gondys, with whom his mother surrounded him.
"Yes, you!" Charles answered.

"You and my lady mother! And in God's name answer for it at the day!" he continued vehemently.

"You will have it! You will not let me rest till you have it! Then have it, only see to it, it be done thoroughly! There shall not be one left to cast it in the King's teeth and cry, 'Et tu, Carole!' Swim, swim in blood if you will," he continued, with growing wildness.

"Oh, 'twill be a merry night! And it's true so far, you may kill fleas all day, but burn the coat, and there's an end.