Lisa Carew, can this be you?
What kind of man is this you've taken?
Can you not see the kind of life
That this would be? You are mistaken
Time to awaken before it's too late
Before you forever determine you fate
What I choose to do is decided by me
Ever since my mother died
My father, bless his darling heart
Has treated me as though I'm still a young child
Maybe his idea was just to wait until I grew up
And then look at me and hope that I'd be her
It's easy to accept this from a father
He'd rather things remained the way they were
But when it comes to marriage, I must pick whom I prefer
I am not the weak young thing you're seeking, Simon
Someone seventeen, obedient and sweet
I am not the protégé to waste your time on
In Henry's eyes, I see what I am meant to be
You had your chance, Sir, with me
Someday you'll regret what you just said to me