[i]n The End This Shall

My Loving People, We Have Been Persuaded By Some That Are Careful Of Our Safety, To Take Heed How We Commit Ourself To Armed Multitudes For Fear Of Treachery; But I Assure You, I Do Not Desire To Live To Distrust My Faithful And Loving People. I Know I Have The Body But Of A Weak And Feeble Woman, But I Have The Heart And Stomach Of A King, And Of A King Of England Too, And Think Foul Scorn That Parma Or Spain, Or Any Prince Of Europe Should Dare To Invade The Borders Of My Realm.

Ye May Have A Greater Prince, But Ye Shall Never Have A More Loving Prince.

Be Always Faithful To Me, As I Always Desire To Keep You In Peace; And If There Have Been Wiser Kings, None Has Ever Loved You More Than I Have.

We Princes Are Set As It Were Upon Stages, In The Sight And View Of All The World. The Least Spot Is Soon Spied In Our Garments, A Blemish Quickly Noticed In Our Doings.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.