I will not plunge a knife into her breast, but will put a golden sceptre into her hand and say: Thou art a queen before men, but before God be thou a faithful and obedient servant.

Thou hast all to command.
But the holy Church, to whose service thou hast consecrated thyself, and who will bless thee if thou art faithful, who will dash thee in pieces with her curse if thou darest deal treacherously, she commands thee.

No, you are not my daughter, but the priestess of the Church, consecrated to her holy service.

No, I have no sympathy with your tear's and this anguish, for I see the end of these sorrows, and I know that these tears will be as a diadem of pearls about your temples.

Lady Jane Douglas, it is the saintly Loyola who sends you his commands by my mouth.