My Lords,
I can offer you no words of comfort.
This Armada that sails against us
carries in its bowels the Inquisition.
God forbid it succeeds,
for then there will be no more liberty
in England of conscience or of thought.
We cannot be defeated!
My loving people,
We see the sails of the enemy approaching.
We hear the Spanish guns over the water.
Soon now, we will meet them face to face.
I am resolved in the midst and heat of the battle
to live or die amongst you all!
While we stand together, no invader shall pass.
Let them come with the armies of hell!
They will not pass!
And when this day of battle is ended
we meet again in heaven
or in the field of victory.
All prisoners are to be released. England is their country, too.
I am called the Virgin Queen
Unmarried,
I have no master.
Childless,
I am mother to my people.
God give me the strength
to bear this mighty freedom.
I am your Queen.
I am myself
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