STRIDE:

Emma 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 your fate!



EMMA:

But, Simon, you knew

I had to be free.

What I choose to do

Is decided by me!



From the day my mother died,

My father , full of good intentions,

Treated me as though I were 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 that 

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 protiege 

To waste your time on.

I'm complete -

In Henry's eyes I see

What I am meant to be! -