Juana la Loca
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Queen Isabella,
my dearest mother,

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if, as your people say,
God has you in His bosom,

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intercede for this unhappy
daughter you left behind.

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Ask that Philip and I
may die together.

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Madam, the king wishes to see you.
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May God still grant me
a little strength

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- so I can ask your forgiveness.
- Don't speak, Philip.

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It's cold.
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Joan, it's cold.
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Why?
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Am I going to rot in an icy grave?
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Or will waves of fire
rain down on me?

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That's what I deserve for my sins.
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No, you're wrong.
You're delirious.

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Afraid...
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I'm...
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I'm afraid, Joan.
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I'm afraid.

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