Shall I faint? shall I pine? shall I sicken and die for the…

Shall I faint? shall I pine? shall I sicken and die for the loss of his love? Not I; I am queen of myself, though the stars fall from heaven above— The stars! ha! the torment is there, for my light is put out by a Star, That has dazzled the eyes of the King and his Court and his Captains of War.