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Mary Stuart
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2017
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Those measures are the worst that stand avowed;
What's not abandoned, is not wholly lost.
MORTIMER (seeking to learn her meaning)
Then it perhaps were best —
ELIZABETH (quick)
Ay, surely 'twere
The best; Oh, sir, my better angel speaks
Through you; – go on then, worthy sir, conclude
You are in earnest, you examine deep,
Have quite a different spirit from your uncle.
MORTIMER (surprised)
Have you imparted then your wishes to him?
ELIZABETH
I am sorry that I have.
MORTIMER
Excuse his age,
The old man is grown scrupulous; such bold
Adventures ask the enterprising heart
Of youth —
ELIZABETH
And may I venture then on you —
MORTIMER
My hand I'll lend thee; save then as thou canst
Thy reputation —
ELIZABETH
Yes, sir; if you could
But waken me some morning with this news
"Maria Stuart, your bloodthirsty foe,
Breathed yesternight her last" —
MORTIMER
Depend on me.
ELIZABETH
When shall my head lie calmly down to sleep?
MORTIMER
The next new moon will terminate thy fears.
ELIZABETH
And be the selfsame happy day the dawn
Of your preferment – so God speed you, sir;
And be not hurt, if, chance, my thankfulness
Should wear the mask of darkness. Silence is
The happy suitor's god. The closest bonds,
The dearest, are the works of secrecy.
[Exit
SCENE VI
MORTIMER (alone).
Go, false, deceitful queen! As thou deludest
The world, e'en so I cozen thee; 'tis right,
Thus to betray thee; 'tis a worthy deed.
Look I then like a murderer? Hast thou read
Upon my brow such base dexterity?
Trust only to my arm, and keep thine own
Concealed – assume the pious outward show
Of mercy 'fore the world, while reckoning
In secret on my murderous aid; and thus
By gaining time we shall insure her rescue.
Thou wilt exalt me! – show'st me from afar
The costly recompense: but even were
Thyself the prize, and all thy woman's favor,
What art thou, poor one, and what canst thou proffer?
I scorn ambition's avaricious strife,
With her alone is all the charm of life,
O'er her, in rounds of endless glory, hover
Spirits with grace, and youth eternal blessed,
Celestial joy is throned upon her breast.
Thou hast but earthly, mortal goods to offer —
That sovereign good, for which all else be slighted,
When heart in heart, delighting and delighted;
Together flow in sweet forgetfulness; —
Ne'er didst thou woman's fairest crown possess,
Ne'er hast thou with thy hand a lover's heart requited.
I must attend Lord Leicester, and deliver
Her letter to him – 'tis a hateful charge —
What's not abandoned, is not wholly lost.
MORTIMER (seeking to learn her meaning)
Then it perhaps were best —
ELIZABETH (quick)
Ay, surely 'twere
The best; Oh, sir, my better angel speaks
Through you; – go on then, worthy sir, conclude
You are in earnest, you examine deep,
Have quite a different spirit from your uncle.
MORTIMER (surprised)
Have you imparted then your wishes to him?
ELIZABETH
I am sorry that I have.
MORTIMER
Excuse his age,
The old man is grown scrupulous; such bold
Adventures ask the enterprising heart
Of youth —
ELIZABETH
And may I venture then on you —
MORTIMER
My hand I'll lend thee; save then as thou canst
Thy reputation —
ELIZABETH
Yes, sir; if you could
But waken me some morning with this news
"Maria Stuart, your bloodthirsty foe,
Breathed yesternight her last" —
MORTIMER
Depend on me.
ELIZABETH
When shall my head lie calmly down to sleep?
MORTIMER
The next new moon will terminate thy fears.
ELIZABETH
And be the selfsame happy day the dawn
Of your preferment – so God speed you, sir;
And be not hurt, if, chance, my thankfulness
Should wear the mask of darkness. Silence is
The happy suitor's god. The closest bonds,
The dearest, are the works of secrecy.
[Exit
SCENE VI
MORTIMER (alone).
Go, false, deceitful queen! As thou deludest
The world, e'en so I cozen thee; 'tis right,
Thus to betray thee; 'tis a worthy deed.
Look I then like a murderer? Hast thou read
Upon my brow such base dexterity?
Trust only to my arm, and keep thine own
Concealed – assume the pious outward show
Of mercy 'fore the world, while reckoning
In secret on my murderous aid; and thus
By gaining time we shall insure her rescue.
Thou wilt exalt me! – show'st me from afar
The costly recompense: but even were
Thyself the prize, and all thy woman's favor,
What art thou, poor one, and what canst thou proffer?
I scorn ambition's avaricious strife,
With her alone is all the charm of life,
O'er her, in rounds of endless glory, hover
Spirits with grace, and youth eternal blessed,
Celestial joy is throned upon her breast.
Thou hast but earthly, mortal goods to offer —
That sovereign good, for which all else be slighted,
When heart in heart, delighting and delighted;
Together flow in sweet forgetfulness; —
Ne'er didst thou woman's fairest crown possess,
Ne'er hast thou with thy hand a lover's heart requited.
I must attend Lord Leicester, and deliver
Her letter to him – 'tis a hateful charge —
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