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wise For women that praise women； such report Is like robes worn the
rough side next the skin； Frets where it warms。
MARY SEYTON。 You think too much in French。
Enter DARNLEY。
Here comes your thorn； what glove against it now？
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MARY HAMILTON。 O； God's good pity！ this a thorn of mine？ It has
not run deep in yet。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 I am not sure： The red runs over to your
face's edge。
DARNLEY。 Give me one word； nay； lady； for love's sake； Here； come
this way； I will not keep you； no。 O my sweet soul； why do you wrong
me thus？
MARY HAMILTON。 Why will you give me for men's eyes to burn？
DARNLEY。 What； sweet； I love you as mine own soul loves me； They
shall divide when we do。
MARY HAMILTON。 I cannot say。
DARNLEY。 Why； look you； I am broken with the queen； This is the
rancor and the bitter heart That grows in you； by God it is nought else。
Why； this last night she held me for a fool… Ay； God wot； for a thing of
stripe and bell。 I bade her make me marshal in her masque… I had the dress
here painted； gold and gray （That is； not gray but a blue…green like this）…
She tells me she had chosen her marshal； she； The best o' the world for
cunning and sweet wit； And what sweet fool but her sweet knight； God
help！ To serve her with that three…inch wit of his？ She is all fool and
fiddling now； for me； I am well…pleased； God knows； if I might choose I
would not be more troubled with her love。 Her love is like a briar that
rasps the flesh； And yours is soft like flowers。 Come this way； love； So；
further in this window； hark you here。
Enter CHASTELARD。
MARY BEATON。 Good morrow； sir。
CHASTELARD。 Good morrow； noble lady。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 You have heard no news？ what news？
CHASTELARD。 Nay； I have none。 That maiden…tongued male…faced
Elizabeth Hath eyes unlike our queen's； hair not so soft； And lips no kiss
of love's could bring to flower In such red wise as our queen's； save this
news； I know none English。
MARY SEYTON。 Come； no news of her； For God's love talk still
rather of our queen。
MARY BEATON。 God give us grace then to speak well of her。 You
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did right joyfully in our masque last night' I saw you when the queen lost
breath （her head Bent back； her chin and lips catching the air… A goodly
thing to see her） how you smiled Across her head； between your lips…no
doubt You had great joy； sir。 Did you not take note Once how one lock fell？
that was good to see。
CHASTELARD。 Yea； good enough to live for。
MARY BEATON。 Nay； but sweet Enough to die。 When she broke off
the dance； Turning round short and soft…I never saw Such supple ways of
walking as she has。
CHASTLELARD。 Why do you praise her gracious looks to me？
MARY BEATON。 Sir； for mere sport： but tell me even for love How
much you love her。
CHASTELARD。 I know not： it may be If I had set mine eyes to find
that out； I should not know it。 She hath fair eyes： may be I love her for
sweet eyes or brows or hair； For the smooth temples； where God touching
her Made blue with sweeter veins the flower…sweet white Or for the tender
turning of her wrist； Or marriage of the eyelid with the cheek； I cannot tell；
or flush of lifting throat； I know not if the color get a name This side of
heaven…no man knows； or her mouth； A flower's lip with a snake's lip；
stinging sweet； And sweet to sting with： face that one would see And then
fall blind and die with sight of it Held fast between the eyelids…oh； all
these And all her body and the soul to that； The speech and shape and hand
and foot and heart That I would die of…yea； her name that turns My face to
fire being written…I know no whit How much I love them。
MARY BEATON。 Nor how she loves you back？
CHASTELARD。 I know her ways of loving； all of them： A sweet soft
way the first is； afterward It burns and bites like fire； the end of that；
Charred dust； and eyelids bitten through with smoke。
MARY BEATON。 What has she done for you to gird at her？
CHASTELARD。 Nothing。 You do not greatly love her； you； Who do
not…gird； you call it。 I am bound to France； Shall I take word from you to
any one？ So it be harmless； not a gird； I will。
MARY BEATON。 I doubt you will not go hence with your life。
CHASTELARD。 Why； who should slay me？ No man northwards born；
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In my poor mind； my sword's lip is no maid's To fear the iron biting of
their own； Though they kiss hard for hate's sake。
MARY BEATON。 Lo you； sir； How sharp he whispers； what close
breath and eyes… And here are fast upon him； do you see？
CHASTELARD。 Well； which of these must take my life in hand？ Pray
God it be the better： nay； which hand？
MARY BEATON。 I think； none such。 The man is goodly made； She is
tender…hearted toward his courtesies； And would not have them fall too
low to find。 Look； they slip forth。
＇Exeunt DARNLEY and MARY HAMILTON。＇
MARY SEYTON。 For love's sake； after them； And soft as love can。
＇Exeunt MARY CARMICHAEL and MARY SEYTON。＇
CHASTELARD。 True； a goodly man。 What shapeliness and state he
hath； what eyes； Brave brow and lordly lip！ Were it not fit Great queens
should love him？
MARY BEATON。 See how now； fair lord； I have but scant breath's
time to help myself； And I must cast my heart out on a chance； So bear
with me。 That we twain have loved well； I have no heart nor wit to say；
God wot We had never made good lovers； you and I。 Look you； I would
not have you love me； sir； For all the love's sake in the world。 I say； You
love the queen； and loving burns you up； And mars the grace and joyous
wit you had； Turning your speech to sad； your face to strange； Your mirth
to nothing： and I am piteous； I； Even as the queen is； and such women are；
And if I helped you to your love…longing； Meseems some grain of love
might fall my way And love's god help me when I came to love； I have
read tales of men that won their loves On some such wise。
CHASTELARD。 If you mean mercifully； I am bound to you past
thought and thank； if worse I will but thank your lips and not your heart。
MARY BEATON。 Nay； let love wait and praise me； in God's name；
Some day when he shall find me； yet； God wot； My lips are of one color
with my heart。 Withdraw now from me； and about midnight In some close
chamber without light or noise It may be I shall get you speech of her： She
loves you well： it may be she will speak； I wot not what； she loves you at
her heart。 Let her not see that I have given you word； Lest she take shame
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and hate her love。 Till night Let her not see it。
CHASTLELARD。 I will not thank you now； And then I'll die what sort
of death you will。 Farewell。
＇Exit。＇
MARY BEATON。 And by God's mercy and my love's I will find ways
to earn such thank of you。
＇Exit。＇
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SCENE II。 …A Hall in the same。
The QUEEN； DARNLEY； MURRAY； RANDOLPH； the MARIES；
CHASTELARD； &c。
QUEEN。 Hath no man seen my lord of Chastelard？ Nay； no great
matter。 Keep you on that side： Begin the purpose。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Madam； he is here。
QUEEN。 Begin a measure now that other side。 I will not dance； let
them play soft a little。 Fair sir； we had a dance to tread to…night； To teach
our north folk all sweet ways of France； But at this time we have no heart
to it。 Sit； sir； and talk。 Look； this breast…clasp is new； The French king sent
it me。
CHASTELARD。 A goodly thing： But what device？ the word is ill to
catch。
QUEEN。 A Venus crowned； that eats the hearts of men： Below her flies
a