Duchess
No more than he was cruel to her Grace.
Cardinal
Yet mercy is the sovereign right of princes.
Duchess
I got no mercy, and I give it not.
He hath changed my heart into a heart of stone,
He hath sown rank nettles in a goodly field,
He hath poisoned the wells of pity in my breast,
He hath withered up all kindness at the root;
My life is as some famine murdered land,
Whence all good things have perished utterly:
I am what he hath made me.
[The Duchess weeps.]
Jeppo
Is it not strange
That she should so have loved the wicked Duke?
Maffio