h, to my dearest ruler and lord
Merciful husband
Nobelest of king...
Your heart of gold has long since tarnished
In my champer
What will the morning bring?
What it my heart that doth betray me
Cause I loved more than one man?
Is it true your wear a wounded spirit?
Pray let me mend it and make our love anew...
Allow me to be your humple servant
Once again, as before...
Are you like the others, so quick to judge
And for this the queen must fall
