What matter if my will was against that marriage?
It was but the will of a girl, and must be broken.

All my world was with the King; I, who stood alone, was but a woman, young and untaught.

Oh, they pressed me sore, they angered me to the very heart! There was not one to fight my battle, to help me in that strait, to show me a better path than that I took.

With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my might, I hate that man which that ship brought here to-day! You know what I did to escape them all, to escape that man.

I fled from England in the dress of my waiting maid and under her name.