And Thus I Take My Leave Of

The King Has Been Very Good To Me. He Promoted Me From A Simple Maid To Be A Marchioness. Then He Raised Me To Be A Queen. Now He Will Raise Me To Be A Martyr.

O Death, Rock Me Asleep, Bring Me To Quiet Rest, Let Pass My Weary Guiltless Ghost Out Of My Careful Breast.

O Lord Have Mercy On Me, To God I Commend My Soul.

If Any Person Should Meddle With My Cause, I Require Them To Judge The Best'.

King Has Absolute Power. And What He Has Given He Can Taken Away.