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 it ever lay in my power, I will work the Cardinal as much displeasure as he has done to me.

From a private gentlewoman you have made me first a marchioness, then a queen; and, as you can raise me no higher in the world, you are now sending me to be a saint in Heaven.

To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul.

The executioner is, I believe, very expert; and my neck is very slender