There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.