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judgment,?It is the judges only I disclaim.
BURLEIGH.?The judges? How now, madam? Are they then?Base wretches, snatched at hazard from the crowd??Vile wranglers that make sale of truth and justice;?Oppression's willing hirelings, and its tools??Are they not all the foremost of this land,?Too independent to be else than honest,?And too exalted not to soar above?The fear of kings, or base servility??Are they not those who rule a generous people?In liberty and justice; men, whose names?I need but mention to dispel each doubt,?Each mean suspicion which is raised against them??Stands not the reverend primate at their head,?The pious shepherd of his faithful people,?The learned Talbot, keeper of the seals,?And Howard, who commands our conquering fleets??Say, then, could England's sovereign do more?Than, out of all the monarchy, elect?The very noblest, and appoint them judges?In this great suit? And were it probable?That party hatred could corrupt one heart;?Can forty chosen men unite to speak?A sentence just as passion gives command?
MARY (after a short pause).?I am struck dumb by that tongue's eloquence,?Which ever was so ominous to me.?And how shall I, a weak, untutored woman,?Cope with so subtle, learned an orator??Yes truly; were these lords as you describe them,?I must be mute; my cause were lost indeed,?Beyond all hope, if they pronounce me guilty.?But, sir, these names, which you are pleased to praise,?These very men, whose weight you think will crush me,?I see performing in the history?Of these dominions very different parts:?I see this high nobility of England,?This grave majestic senate of the realm,?Like to an eastern monarch's vilest slaves,?Flatter my uncle Henry's sultan fancies:?I see this noble, reverend House of Lords,?Venal alike with the corrupted Commons,?Make statutes and annul them, ratify?A marriage and dissolve it, as the voice?Of power commands: to-day it disinherits,?And brands the royal daughters of the realm?With the vile name of bastards, and to-morrow?Crowns them as queens, and leads them to the throne.?I see them in four reigns, with pliant conscience,?Four times abjure their faith; renounce the pope?With Henry, yet retain the old belief;?Reform themselves with Edward; hear the mass?Again with Mary; with Elizabeth,?Who governs now, reform themselves again.
BURLEIGH.?You say you are not versed in England's laws,?You seem well read, methinks, in her disasters.
MARY.?And these men are my judges?
[As LORD BURLEIGH seems to wish to speak.
My lord treasurer,?Towards you I will be just, be you but just?To me. 'Tis said that you consult with zeal?The good of England, and of England's queen;?Are honest, watchful, indefatigable;?I will believe it. Not your private ends,?Your sovereign and your country's weal alone,?Inspire your counsels and direct your deeds.?Therefore, my noble lord, you should the more?Distrust your heart; should see that you mistake not?The welfare of the government for justice.?I do not doubt, besides yourself, there are?Among my judges many upright men:?But they are Protestants, are eager all?For England's quiet, and they sit in judgment?On me, the Queen of Scotland, and the papist.?It is an ancient saying, that the Scots?And England to each other are unjust;?And hence the rightful custom that a Scot?Against an Englishman, or Englishman?Against a Scot, cannot be heard in judgment.?Necessity prescribed this cautious law;?Deep policy oft lies in ancient customs:?My lord, we must respect them. Nature cast?Into the ocean these two fiery nations?Upon this plank, and she divided it?Unequally, and bade them fight for it.?The narrow bed of Tweed alone divides?These daring spirits; often hath the blood?Of the contending parties dyed its waves.?Threatening, and sword in hand, these thousand years,?From both its banks they watch their rival's motions,?Most vigilant and true confederates,?With every enemy of the neighbor state.?No foe oppresses England, but the Scot?Becomes his firm ally; no civil war?Inflames the towns of Scotland, but the English?Add fuel to the fire: this raging hate?Will never be extinguished till, at last,?One parliament in concord shall unite them,?One common sceptre rule throughout the isle.
BURLEIGH.?And from a Stuart, then, should England hope?This happiness?
MARY.
Oh! why should I deny it??Yes, I confess, I cherished the fond hope;?I thought myself the happy instrument?To join in freedom, 'neath the olive's shade,?Two generous realms in lasting happiness!?I little thought I should become the victim?Of their old hate, their long-lived jealousy;?And the sad flames of that unhappy strife,?I hoped at last to smother, and forever:?And, as my ancestor, great Richmond, joined?The rival roses after bloody contest,?To join in peace the Scotch and English crowns.
BURLEIGH.?An evil way you took to this good end,?To set the realm on fire, and through the flames?Of civil war to strive to mount the throne.
MARY.?I wished not that:--I wished it not, by Heaven!?When did I strive at that? Where are your proofs?
BURLEIGH.?I came not hither to dispute; your cause?Is no more subject to a war of words.?The great majority of forty voices?Hath found that you have contravened the law?Last year enacted, and have now incurred?Its penalty.
[Producing the verdict.
MARY.
Upon this statute, then,?My lord, is built the verdict of