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.

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

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

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.

And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.

King has absolute power. And what he has given he can taken away.

If any person should meddle with my cause, I require them to judge the best'.