Fresh bolts and bars against her multiplied.
PAULET
No iron-grate is proof against her wiles.
How do I know these bars are not filed through?
How that this floor, these walls, that seem so strong
Without, may not be hollow from within,
And let in felon treachery when I sleep?
Accursed office, that's intrusted to me,
To guard this cunning mother of all ill!
Fear scares me from my sleep; and in the night
I, like a troubled spirit, roam and try
The strength of every bolt, and put to proof
Each guard's fidelity: – I see, with fear,
The dawning of each morn, which may confirm
My apprehensions: – yet, thank God, there's hope
That all my fears will soon be at an end;
For rather would I at the gates of hell
Stand sentinel, and guard the devilish host
Of damned souls, than this deceitful queen.
KENNEDY
Here comes the queen.
PAULET
Christ's image in her hand.
Pride, and all worldly lusts within her heart.
SCENE II
The same. Enter MARY, veiled, a crucifix in her hand.
KENNEDY (hastening toward her)
O gracious queen! they tread us under foot;
No end of tyranny and base oppression;
Each coming day heaps fresh indignities,
New sufferings on thy royal head.
MARY
Be calm —
Say, what has happened?
KENNEDY
See! thy cabinet
Is forced – thy papers – and thy only treasure,
Which with such pains we had secured, the last
Poor remnant of thy bridal ornaments
From France, is in his hands – naught now remains
Of royal state – thou art indeed bereft!
MARY
Compose yourself, my Hannah! and believe me,
'Tis not these baubles that can make a queen —
Basely indeed they may behave to us,
But they cannot debase us. I have learned
To use myself to many a change in England;
I can support this too. Sir, you have taken
By force what I this very day designed
To have delivered to you. There's a letter
Amongst these papers for my royal sister
Of England. Pledge me, sir, your word of honor,
To give it to her majesty's own hands,
And not to the deceitful care of Burleigh.
PAULET
I shall consider what is best to do.
MARY
Sir, you shall know its import. In this letter
I beg a favor, a great favor of her, —
That she herself will give me audience, – she
Whom I have never seen. I have been summoned
Before a court of men, whom I can ne'er
Acknowledge as my peers – of men to whom
My heart denies its confidence. The queen
Is of my family, my rank, my sex;
To her alone – a sister, queen, and woman —
Can I unfold my heart.
PAULET
Too oft, my lady,
Have you intrusted both your fate and honor
To men less worthy your esteem than these.
MARY
I, in the letter, beg another favor,
And surely naught but inhumanity
Can here reject my prayer. These many years
Have I, in prison, missed the church's comfort,