For many, many masses have I paid;
Heaven will not be hard with a babe like that,
The Frate tells me so, and I am sure.
What was I saying? So I rose that day
A traitor unsuspected mid his foes,
Who were my friends, hiding ’neath feignèd smiles
A purpose desperate as was my hope.
I rose, and let them deck me as they would,
Put on my jewels, star my hair with pearls,
And all the while a voice like funeral dirge