’tis a hard bondage to become the wife Of a detesting lord.
It shall be so; I’ll send her to my house, Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, And wherefore I am fled; write to the king That which I durst not speak: his present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.
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She detests politicians who make promises they don’t keep.
I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.