"It is enough to trample upon my own heart; your majesty cannot desire me to give the prince his death-blow." The king's eyes flashed angrily, but he controlled himself.
"His death!" he repeated, shrugging his shoulders, "as if men died of such small wounds.

You know better yourself.

You know that the grave of one love is the cradle of another.

Be wise, and do as I tell you: in eight days you will be engaged, and then you will have the kindness to acquaint Prince Henry with your happy prospects." "Ah, sire, do not be so cruel as to ask this of me," cried Louise, gliding from the divan upon her knees, "be merciful.

I am ready to obey the commands of my king, to make the sacrifice that is asked of me--let it not be too great a one.