You, Athos, with your loyalty, your frankness, your cool courage, and your sound information, are the very man kings need to warn and direct them.

Remain here; Monsieur Fouquet will not last as long as my Spanish blade." "Is it possible," said Athos, smiling, "that my friend, D'Artagnan, who, after having raised me to the skies, making me an object of worship, casts me down from the top of Olympus, and hurls me to the ground?
I have more exalted ambition, D'Artagnan.

To be a minister--to be a slave,--never! Am I not still greater?
I am nothing.

I remember having heard you occasionally call me 'the great Athos'; I defy you, therefore, if I were minister, to continue to bestow that title upon me.

No, no; I do not yield myself in this manner." "We will not speak of it any more, then; renounce everything, even the brotherly feeling which unites us." "It is almost cruel what you say." D'Artagnan pressed Athos's hand warmly.