Your majesty asks that I shall draw down the contempt of the man I love upon myself; that this man must not only give me up, but scorn me.

You require too much.

This is more than the strongest, bravest heart can endure.

Your majesty knows that the prince loves me passionately.

Ah, sire, your brother would have forfeited his rank and your favor by marrying me, but he would have been a happy man; and I ask the king if that is not, at last, the best result?
Are you, sire, content and happy since you trampled your breathing, loving heart to death at the foot of the throne?
You command your brother to do as you have done.