You would love only because you cannot rule; and since your heart, which thirsts for fame and honor, can find no other satisfaction, you would quench its thirst with some other draught, and would administer love as an opiate to lull to rest its burning pains.

Believe me, princess, you do not yet know yourself! You were not born to be merely a loving wife, and your brow is much too high and haughty to wear only a crown of myrtle.

Therefore, consider well what you do, princess! Be not carried away by your father's passionate blood, which boils in your veins also.
Think well before you act.

Your foot is yet on one of the steps to the throne.

Draw it not back voluntarily.