O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.
O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
King has absolute power. And what he has given he can taken away.
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.
If any person should meddle with my cause, I require them to judge the best'.
And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.