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Seyton； you Carmichael； you have wits； You are not all run to tears； you
do not think It is my wrath or will that whets this axe Against his neck？
MARY SEYTON。 Nay； these three weeks agone I said the queen's
wrath was not sharp enough To shear a neck。
QUEEN。 Sweet； and you did me right； And look you； what my mercy
bears to fruit； Danger and deadly speech and a fresh fault Before the first
was cool in people's lips； A goodly mercy： and I wash hands of it。… Speak
you； there； have you ever found me sharp？ You weep and whisper with
sloped necks and heads Like two sick birds； do you think shame of me？
Nay； I thank God none can think shame of me； But am I bitter； think you；
to men's faults？ I think I am too merciful； too meek： Why if I could I
would yet save this man； 'T is just boy's madness； a soft stripe or two
Would do to scourge the fault in his French blood。 I would fain let him go。
You； Hamilton； You have a heart thewed harder than my heart； When mine
would threat it sighs； and wrath in it Has a bird's flight and station； starves
before It can well feed or fly； my pulse of wrath Sounds tender as the
running down of tears。 You are the hardest woman I have known； Your
blood has frost and cruel gall in it； You hold men off with bitter lips and
eyes… Such maidens should serve England； now； perfay； I doubt you would
have got him slain at once。 Come； would you not？ come； would you let
him live？
MARY HAMILTON。 Yes…I think yes； I cannot tell； maybe I would
have seen him punished。
QUEEN。 Look you now； There's maiden mercy； I would have him
live… For all my wifehood maybe I weep too； Here's a mere maiden falls to
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slaying at once； Small shrift for her； God keep us from such hearts！ I am a
queen too that would have him live； But one that has no wrong and is no
queen； She would…What are you saying there； you twain？
MARY CARMICHAEL。 I said a queen's face and so fair an one's
Would lose no grace for giving grace away； That gift comes back upon the
mouth it left And makes it sweeter； and set fresh red on it。
QUEEN。 This comes of sonnets when the dance draws breath； These
talking times will make a dearth of grace。 But you…what ails you that your
lips are shut？ Weep； if you will； here are four friends of yours To weep as
fast for pity of your tears。 Do you desire him dead？ nay； but men say He
was your friend； he fought them on your side； He made you songs…God
knows what songs he made！ Speak you for him a little： will you not？
MARY BEATON。 Madam； I have no words。
QUEEN。 No words？ no pity… Have you no mercies for such men？ God
help！ It seems I am the meekest heart on earth… Yea； the one tender woman
left alive； And knew it not。 I will not let him live； For all my pity of him。
MARY BEATON。 Nay； but； madam； For God's love look a little to this
thing。 If you do slay him you are but shamed to death； All men will cry
upon you； women weep； Turning your sweet name bitter with their tears；
Red shame grow up out of your memory And burn his face that would
speak well of you： You shall have no good word nor pity； none； Till some
such end be fallen upon you： nay； I am but cold； I knew I had no words； I
will keep silence。
QUEEN。 Yea now； as I live； I wist not of it： troth； he shall not die。 See
you； I am pitiful； compassionate； I would not have men slain for my love's
sake； But if he live to do me three times wrong； Why then my shame
would grow up green and red Like any flower。 I am not whole at heart； In
faith； I wot not what such things should be； I doubt it is but dangerous； he
must die。
MARY BEATON。 Yea； but you will not slay him。
QUEEN。 Swear me that； I'll say he shall not die for your oath's sake。
What will you do for grief when he is dead？
MARY BEATON。 Nothing for grief； but hold my peace and die。
QUEEN。 Why； for your sweet sake one might let him live； But the first
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fault was a green seed of shame； And now the flower； and deadly fruit will
come With apple…time in autumn。 By my life； I would they had slain him
there in Edinburgh； But I reprieve him； lo the thank I get； To set the base
folk muttering like smoked bees Of shame and love； and how love comes
to shame； And the queen loves shame that comes of love； Yet I say nought
and go about my ways； And this mad fellow that I respited Being forth and
free； lo now the second time Ye take him by my bed in wait。 Now see If I
can get good…will to pardon him； With what a face may I crave leave of
men To respite him； being young and a good knight And mad for perfect
love？ shall I go say； Dear lords； because ye took him shamefully； Let him
not die； because his fault is foul； Let him not die； because if he do live I
shall be held a harlot of all men； I pray you； sweet sirs； that he may not
die？
MARY BEATON。 Madam； for me I would not have him live； Mine
own heart's life was ended with my fame； And my life's breath will shortly
follow them； So that I care not much； for you wot well I have lost love and
shame and fame and all To no good end； nor while he had his life Have I
got good of him that was my love； Save that for courtesy （which may God
quit） He kissed me once as one might kiss for love Out of great pity for me；
saving this； He never did me grace in all his life。 And when you have slain
him； madam； it may be I shall get grace of him in some new way In a new
place； if God have care of us。
QUEEN。 Bid you my brother to me presently。
＇Exeunt MARIES。＇
And yet the thing is pitiful； I would There were some way。 To send
him overseas； Out past the long firths to the cold keen sea Where the sharp
sound is that one hears up here… Or hold him in strong prison till he died…
He would die shortly…or to set him free And use him softly till his brains
were healed… There is no way。 Now never while I live Shall we twain love
together any more Nor sit at rhyme as we were used to do； Nor each kiss
other only with the eyes A great way off ere hand or lip could reach； There
is no way。
＇Enter MURRAY。＇
O； you are welcome； sir； You know what need I have； but I praise
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