Which, as he stoop'd into the Virgin's side, Our sins, our works, and that same new-made star. Con. Eliz. Con. Wanders! Fool! her madness Is worth a million of your " paters," mumbled O! thank God We'd call him fool. Eliz. There! there! Fly, Satan! fly!-'Tis gone! Con. The victory's gain'd at last. The Fiend is baffled, and her saintship sure! Eliz. Con. As they have done to others,-I have seen it;- In every church, that cold world-harden'd wits Promise! No man lights A candle to be hid beneath a bushel. Thy virtues are the Church's dower: endure III.-21 Eliz. O my God! Con. I have stripp'd myself of all but modesty : Where are the children? Alas! I had forgotten. Now I must sleep,-for ere the sun shall rise She means her heavenly bridegroom, MARY BEATON, one of the queen's ladies, loves CHASTELARD, who loves and is loved by the Queen. MARY BEATON promises to arrange a night-meeting for him with the Queen, but meets him herself. Night. In MARY BEATON's chamber. Chast. I am not certain yet she will not come : This two years' patience gets an end at least. How hard the thin sweet moon is, split and laced Catching and clinging at a strip of wall, Hardly a hand's breadth! Did she turn indeed In going out? not to catch up her gown Enter MARY BEATON. O, she is come! If you be she indeed Let me but hold your hand! What! no word yet? If you will slay me be not overquick! Touch me; I may embrace your body too? That you twist back and shudder like one stabb'd? Beat. Yea! kill me now, and do not look at me! God knows I mean'd to die. Sir! for God's love, Kill me now quick ere I go mad with shame! Chast. Cling not upon my wrists! let go the hilt! Nay! you will bruize your hand with it. Stand up! You shall not have my sword forth. Beat. Kill me now! I will not rise: there, I am patient, see! I will not strive but kill me, for God's sake! Chast. Pray you rise up, and be not shaken so! Forgive me my rash words! my heart was gone Beat. After the thing you were. Be not ashamed! I shall run crazed with shame; And I am shamed. I pray you, loose me, sir! Chast. Think no base things of me! I were most base to let you go ashamed. Think my heart's love and honour go with you; I am your servant in what wise may be, To love and serve you with right thankful heart. Beat. I have given men leave to mock me, and must bear What shame they please: you have good cause to mock. Let me pass now! Chast. You know I mock you not. If ever I leave off to honour you, God give me shame! I were the worst churl born. Beat. No marvel though the Queen should love you too, Being such a knight. I pray you, for her love, Lord Chastelard ! of your great courtesy, Think now no scorn to give me my last kiss That I shall have of man before I die! Even the same lips you kiss'd and knew not of Will you kiss now, knowing the shame of them, And say no one word to me afterwards,— That I may see I have loved the best lover And man most courteous of all men alive? Mary Seyton (within). Here! fetch the light! Nay! this way! Enter all! Beat. I am twice undone. Fly! get some hiding, sir! They have spied upon me somehow. Chast. Stand by my side! Nay! fear not! Ham. Enter MARY SEYTON and MARY HAMILTON. Chast. What jest is here? fair ladies! it walks late. Seyt. Nay! fair sir! Hold forth the light! Is this your care of us? As any maiden; and who believes me not death, the Queen consenting, that she may save her reputation. At the time of his execution, MARY BRATON and MARY CARMICHAEL are in an upper room at Holyrood, overlooking the place; MARY CARMICHAEL at the window. Beat. Do you see nothing? Car. Nay! but swarms of men And talking women together in small space, Holding his hands out eagerly no more. Beat. Why, I hear more: I hear men shout The Queen! Beat. Ah! they will cry out soon, When she comes forth; they should cry Out on her; |