Character: Queen Margaret

- You make the difference between Catholics and Huguenots?
- In politics?
Yes.
- Of course.
- And in love?
- Dear friend, we women, to the extent of a Gentile in this matter, tolerate any sect and worship multiple gods.

You expect mercy? Shame?
And you and I merciful?
To kill my hopes ashamed?
I destitute mercilessly,
To life shame is doomed.
Bristles and my grief to shame.

You muppet! Rolling pins of my Majesty?
Why feed the spider
In whose wide web soon you'll end up?
Ah, stupid! You sharpen the knife
Will kill you. Yet the day will come
And you ask me curses
Lopsided for poisonous frogs.

Oh yeah. But for me the bitter exile,
Than death itself, since here she comes.
I husband's number for you and son.
(Elizabeth) And for you a crown. - And for you -
The duty of citizens. All the sorrows mine
Rightfully - yours. Joy is your
Stolen shamelessly from me.

Yes, little joy to be Queen.
I am the Queen, of the joys I do.
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Well, looking at me, you don't tremble,
As subjects of the Queen,
Before the ousted rebels?

- My tongue is weak - curses teach.
- The grief of their master will become like swords.

You, new nobles, not even to understand
It hurts to nothing, losing San.
Who ascended, meets the onslaught of storms,
And if you get hurt - so to death.