I serve my father and I serve my Lord
No – not my God. I said: I serve my Lord.
You wouldn’t understand – such is my life –
For I was born to wait upon his word.
And now I wait to die. My father’s dead.
I cannot think of it. My brother’s fled.
There’s no one now to tell me what to think –
Nobody but my Lord, and he has said
That I should get me to a nunnery.
His place is to command, mine to obey.
Who now shall speak for me? Make up my mind?
My thoughts are not my own. What can I say?
You say you’ll help me understand my wants.
A meagre thing, for one who serves a Prince.
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