If you loved me, oh, if you loved me, that would be too great happiness, and I should run mad.

Ah, Madame de Chevreuse was less cruel than you.

Holland loved her, and she responded to his love." "Madame de Chevreuse was not queen," murmured Anne of Austria, overcome, in spite of herself, by the expression of so profound a passion.
"You would love me, then, if you were not queen! Madame, say that you would love me then! I can believe that it is the dignity of your rank alone which makes you cruel to me; I can believe that you had been Madame de Chevreuse, poor Buckingham might have hoped.

Thanks for those sweet words! Oh, my beautiful sovereign, a hundred times, thanks!" "Oh, my Lord! You have ill understood, wrongly interpreted; I did not mean to say--" "Silence, silence!" cried the duke.

"If I am happy in an error, do not have the cruelty to lift me from it.