I cast her off. Till now I hid this from thee,
Doubting my worthiness.—He doth not know it.
He shall not know. None shall know. We will die.
I will slay all. I will go down to the grave,
And plead my cause before the holy angels,
Whether it may be permitted for a princess,
Against her father and faith....—Nay, is’t not writ
There is there no vain discourse nor charge of sin,
But pleasure to the faithful? And I to die
With house and kingdom shamed! How would my crown