text:  And who was it and for her own purposes curdled the blood of the Valois in their veins until it rankled into a poison that might have befitted the Atrides of the tragedies of old? Henry of Navarre was the only creature that loved me still and your policy and intrigues madam keep him from me and so watch and harass his very steps in my own palace of the Louvre where he is my guest that never can I see him alone or speak to him in confidence