QUEEN: Look right up high, dear Lady, there is enough ornaments to boast your power? Is there enough beauty as a growing symphony of stars in the sky? I doubt about myself sometimes, about what is enough to satiate my wishes... I think there is a poor decadency on this realm when desires doesn’t rebuild above my feet… But it’s possible that I am getting older each day, as years goes by. At any moment of life, we have to confront ourselves with the epidemic evils which desolate our palaces… The gold never seems enough. The gold isn’t that which buy a place in heaven, but it made many get their hands dirty with blood in the name of discord, in the name of ambitious passions. My subjects made good portraits and wrote manuscripts also… But the bloodthirsty colors of my hand let me each time more darkness, as if the slander was being put on my face or as if it were more and more involving my soul to a supernatural power, of a hidden nature from the darkness. Some kinds of castles keep tr