No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.

Off to her bed.

Let Them Book the Four Seasons,

I was a queen, and you took away my crown, a wife, and you killed my huband, a mother, and you took my children away from me. All I have left is my blood. Take it. but do not make me suffer long.

Let them eat cake.

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.