The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count KönigsmarckWilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
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The love of an uncrowned queen : $b Sophie Dorothea, consort of George I, and her correspondence with Philip Christopher, Count Königsmarck
Wilkins, W. H. (William Henry)
Königsmarck, Christopher von, 1665-1694; Sophia Dorothea, consort of George I, King of Great Britain, 1666-1726
“[LUISBURG,] _Twelve midnight_ [_Saturday_].
“I could not finish this afternoon. The Electress prevented me from
bathing to-day. She tells me I have so very few days to remain here
that she wishes me to be with her. However, I shall take a bath
to-morrow.... I have never felt the force of my love for you more than
now—except perhaps in our most rapturous moments. I tell you again, my
life and my peace are in your hands. _Mon Dieu!_ how dear you are to
me! how dearly I love you! I shall never be happy until we are
together all our life long. When will that bliss come? How I long and
yearn for it! Such joy as that cannot be bought too dearly.... They
tell me La Platen is not coming here after all; I am not surprised to
hear it. I should have been astonished if she had come as long as
_you_ remain in Hanover. She is quite free now, and, should you take
advantage, the opportunity is excellent. I am absent, and _les absents
ont toujours tort_. But no! you would be incapable of anything of the
kind. You are loving, tender, and true; it is a crime to suspect you.”
[Illustration: HERRENHAUSEN.]
_Königsmarck to the Princess._
“[HANOVER,] _June_ 13/23.
“I am waiting to show you how absence has wasted me. I must know the
hour, the day, and where I am to come. I will see to the rest. But
tell me, how will you be able to keep me hidden without endangering
yourself? The risk I run is not very great, and to see the one who
loves me I would willingly be torn in pieces.
“Let me kiss the beautiful lips that kissed me so sweetly. Ah! when we
meet we will show the sweet violence of our passion by the tenderest
tokens. I would give my blood this very moment for one sip of your
honey lips. I know battles are dangerous for us men, particularly
against the Danes, for we always lose; but if you really wish to
dispute the fact that I have more passion, more constancy, more
devotion than you, I accept your challenge. Know this: for two months
I have been preparing myself to meet the attack, and as it is long
since I have taken up arms, I might be overcome. Yet I will fight a
duel with you with the greatest possible joy. I only wish to know the
_rendezvous_, the arms, and the seconds. My weapons will be my eyes
and my mouth.... Choose a day and hour when duty will not hinder me
from coming, and you will see how I shall fly to you. Come out when it
suits you. I am glad you give me the chance.
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