Why don't you marry her?
I'll make you my prime minister, and then we shall have the use of her wits without the trouble of her fancies.

By the twelve Gods! If you marry her and help me, I'll make you what you like!' Raphael rose and bowed to the earth.
'Your serene high-mightiness overwhelms me.

But I assure you, that never having as yet cared for any one's interest but my own, I could not be expected, at my time of life, to devote myself to that of another, even though it were to yours.' 'Candid!' 'Exactly so; and moreover, whosoever I may marry, will be practically, as well as theoretically, my private and peculiar property....

You comprehend.' 'Candid again.' 'Exactly so; and waiving the third argument, that she probably might not choose to marry me, I beg to remark that it would not be proper to allow the world to say, that I, the subject, had a wiser and fairer wife than you, the ruler; especially a wife who bad already refused that ruler's complimentary offer.' 'By Jove! and she has refused me in good earnest! I'll make her repent it! I was a fool to ask her at all! What's the use of having guards, if one can't compel what one wants?
If fair means can't do it, foul shall! I'll send for her this moment!' 'Most illustrious majesty--it will not succeed.

You do not know that woman's determination.