You are the greatest queen in England, Queen Elizabeth the First. Everyone respects you and is afraid of making you angry. You are the sole ruler of England and Ireland. You are known as the Virgin Queen. Today you are walking down the long corridor, followed by the King of Spain, his men, and yours. Suddenly, he insults you. One of your men draws his sword, but you hold up your hand.

You: You will leave my presence, sir. Go back to your rat hole. Tell Philip I fear neither him nor his priest nor his armies. Tell him if he wants to shake his little fists at us. Were I ready to give him such a bite? He wished he kept his hands in his pockets.

King of Spain: You see a leaf fall and you think you know which way the wind blows. Well, there's a wind coming, Madam, that will sweep away your pride.

The king wants to go

You: I can command the wind, sir! I have a hurricane in me that will stirp spain bear if you dare to try me!!!