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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
Are my confederates, and have pledged to-day,
Upon the
sacrament, their faith to free you,
With dauntless arm, from this
captivity.
Count Aubespine, the French ambassador,
Knows of our
plot, and offers his assistance:
'Tis in his palace that we hold our
meetings.

NARY.
You make me tremble, sir, but not for joy!
An evil boding
penetrates my heart.
Know you, then, what you risk? Are you not
scared
By Babington and Tichburn's bloody heads,
Set up as
warnings upon London's bridge?
Nor by the ruin of those many
victims
Who have, in such attempts, found certain death,
And only
made my chains the heavier?
Fly hence, deluded, most unhappy
youth!
Fly, if there yet be time for you, before
That crafty spy, Lord
Burleigh, track your schemes,
And mix his traitors in your secret
plots.
Fly hence:--as yet, success hath never smiled
On Mary
Stuart's champions.
MORTIMER.
I am not scared
By Babington and Tichburn's bloody heads
Set up
as warnings upon London's bridge;
Nor by the ruin of those many
victims
Who have, in such attempts, found certain death:
They also
found therein immortal honor,
And death, in rescuing you, is dearest
bliss.
MARY.
It is in vain: nor force nor guile can save me:--
My
enemies are watchful, and the power
Is in their hands. It is not Paulet
only
And his dependent host; all England guards
My prison gates:
Elizabeth's free will
Alone can open them.
MORTIMER.
Expect not that.
MARY.
One man alone on earth can open them.
MORTIMER.
Oh, let me know his name!
MARY.
Lord Leicester.

MORTIMER.
He!
[Starts back in wonder.
The Earl of Leicester! Your most bloody foe,
The favorite of
Elizabeth! through him----
MARY.
If I am to be saved at all, 'twill be
Through him, and him
alone. Go to him, sir;
Freely confide in him: and, as a proof
You
come from me, present this paper to him.
[She takes a paper from her bosom; MORTIMER draws back, and
hesitates to take it.
It doth contain my portrait:--take it, sir;
I've borne it long about me;
but your uncle's
Close watchfulness has cut me off from all

Communication with him;--you were sent
By my good angel.
[He takes it.
MORTIMER.
Oh, my queen! Explain
This mystery.
MARY.
Lord Leicester will resolve it.
Confide in him, and he'll confide in
you.
Who comes?
KENNEDY (entering hastily).
'Tis Paulet; and he brings with him
A nobleman from court.
MORTIMER.
It is Lord Burleigh.
Collect yourself, my queen, and strive to hear


The news he brings with equanimity.
[He retires through a side door, and KENNEDY follows him.
SCENE VII.
Enter LORD BURLEIGH, and PAULET.
PAULET (to MARY).
You wished to-day assurance of your fate;

My Lord of Burleigh brings it to you now;
Hear it with resignation,
as beseems you.
MARY.
I hope with dignity, as it becomes
My innocence, and my
exalted station.
BURLEIGH.
I come deputed from the court of justice.
MARY.
Lord Burleigh lends that court his willing tongue,
Which
was already guided by his spirit.
PAULET.
You speak as if no stranger to the sentence.
MARY.
Lord Burleigh brings it; therefore do I know it.
PAULET.
[It would become you better, Lady Stuart,
To listen less
to hatred.
MARY.
I but name
My enemy: I said not that I hate him.]
But to the matter,
sir.
BURLEIGH.
You have acknowledged
The jurisdiction of the two-and-forty.
MARY.
My lord, excuse me, if I am obliged
So soon to interrupt

you. I acknowledged,
Say you, the competence of the commission?

I never have acknowledged it, my lord;
How could I so? I could not
give away
My own prerogative, the intrusted rights
Of my own
people, the inheritance
Of my own son, and every monarch's honor

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