No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.
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.
Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?
There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.