If you chill us, do we not shiver? If you imprison us, do we not pine? But these things hold no dread for you, Oh Queen! For you are mighty in your powers and the cold and chains cause you no concern. Very well! Perhaps we will find a weakness. The cell that does not concern you will at least contain you. The ropes that do not scare you will at least secure you. What can be the weakness? If we ravage that pretty flesh, do you not blush? If you service a thousand men, are you not defiled? We shall see, your Majesty. We shall see!