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Mary Stuart
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2017
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It is pronounced! The two-and-forty judges
Have given the verdict, "guilty"; and the Houses
Of Lords and Commons, with the citizens
Of London, eagerly and urgently
Demand the execution of the sentence: —
The queen alone still craftily delays,
That she may be constrained to yield, but not
From feelings of humanity or mercy.
MARY (collected)
Sir, I am not surprised, nor terrified.
I have been long prepared for such a message.
Too well I know my judges. After all
Their cruel treatment I can well conceive
They dare not now restore my liberty.
I know their aim: they mean to keep me here
In everlasting bondage, and to bury,
In the sepulchral darkness of my prison,
My vengeance with me, and my rightful claims.
MORTIMER
Oh, no, my gracious queen; – they stop not there:
Oppression will not be content to do
Its work by halves: – as long as e'en you live,
Distrust and fear will haunt the English queen.
No dungeon can inter you deep enough;
Your death alone can make her throne secure.
MARY
Will she then dare, regardless of the shame,
Lay my crowned head upon the fatal block?
MORTIMER
She will most surely dare it, doubt it not.
MARY
And can she thus roll in the very dust
Her own, and every monarch's majesty?
MORTIMER
She thinks on nothing now but present danger,
Nor looks to that which is so far removed.
MARY
And fears she not the dread revenge of France?
MORTIMER
With France she makes an everlasting peace;
And gives to Anjou's duke her throne and hand.
MARY
Will not the King of Spain rise up in arms?
MORTIMER
She fears not a collected world in arms?
If with her people she remains at peace.
MARY
Were this a spectacle for British eyes?
MORTIMER
This land, my queen, has, in these latter days,
Seen many a royal woman from the throne
Descend and mount the scaffold: – her own mother
And Catherine Howard trod this fatal path;
And was not Lady Grey a crowned head?
MARY (after a pause)
No, Mortimer, vain fears have blinded you;
'Tis but the honest care of your true heart,
Which conjures up these empty apprehensions.
It is not, sir, the scaffold that I fear:
There are so many still and secret means
By which her majesty of England may
Set all my claims to rest. Oh, trust me, ere
An executioner is found for me,
Assassins will be hired to do their work.
'Tis that which makes me tremble, Mortimer:
I never lift the goblet to my lips
Without an inward shuddering, lest the draught
May have been mingled by my sister's love.
MORTIMER
No: – neither open or disguised murder
Shall e'er prevail against you: – fear no more;
All is prepared; – twelve nobles of the land
Have given the verdict, "guilty"; and the Houses
Of Lords and Commons, with the citizens
Of London, eagerly and urgently
Demand the execution of the sentence: —
The queen alone still craftily delays,
That she may be constrained to yield, but not
From feelings of humanity or mercy.
MARY (collected)
Sir, I am not surprised, nor terrified.
I have been long prepared for such a message.
Too well I know my judges. After all
Their cruel treatment I can well conceive
They dare not now restore my liberty.
I know their aim: they mean to keep me here
In everlasting bondage, and to bury,
In the sepulchral darkness of my prison,
My vengeance with me, and my rightful claims.
MORTIMER
Oh, no, my gracious queen; – they stop not there:
Oppression will not be content to do
Its work by halves: – as long as e'en you live,
Distrust and fear will haunt the English queen.
No dungeon can inter you deep enough;
Your death alone can make her throne secure.
MARY
Will she then dare, regardless of the shame,
Lay my crowned head upon the fatal block?
MORTIMER
She will most surely dare it, doubt it not.
MARY
And can she thus roll in the very dust
Her own, and every monarch's majesty?
MORTIMER
She thinks on nothing now but present danger,
Nor looks to that which is so far removed.
MARY
And fears she not the dread revenge of France?
MORTIMER
With France she makes an everlasting peace;
And gives to Anjou's duke her throne and hand.
MARY
Will not the King of Spain rise up in arms?
MORTIMER
She fears not a collected world in arms?
If with her people she remains at peace.
MARY
Were this a spectacle for British eyes?
MORTIMER
This land, my queen, has, in these latter days,
Seen many a royal woman from the throne
Descend and mount the scaffold: – her own mother
And Catherine Howard trod this fatal path;
And was not Lady Grey a crowned head?
MARY (after a pause)
No, Mortimer, vain fears have blinded you;
'Tis but the honest care of your true heart,
Which conjures up these empty apprehensions.
It is not, sir, the scaffold that I fear:
There are so many still and secret means
By which her majesty of England may
Set all my claims to rest. Oh, trust me, ere
An executioner is found for me,
Assassins will be hired to do their work.
'Tis that which makes me tremble, Mortimer:
I never lift the goblet to my lips
Without an inward shuddering, lest the draught
May have been mingled by my sister's love.
MORTIMER
No: – neither open or disguised murder
Shall e'er prevail against you: – fear no more;
All is prepared; – twelve nobles of the land
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