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Late Queen of Scotland ? the shall answer for it;
I must proceed to her,

Beton. Mean servile wretch !
Paulet! if you're a man, some future day
You'll not refuse atonement for these words,

SCENE IV. The Queen's Chamber.

Queen Mary, Lady Douglas, Two Maids, and Sir

Amias Paulet.

Mary. Are these your orders, Sir, before my face To take my canopy

? Paul. No doubt they are. Mary. And you're instructed thus t insult a Queen.

Paul. I am instructed to consider you
As one attempting to destroy a Queen.
Mary. 'Tis false, by all that's facred ! Heav'n well

knows
I wou'd not touch the meanest life on earth,
Much less the Queen's for all that she enjoy's,
All her great empire--No: on iny royal word.--

Paul. Henceforth, no more let convicts idly dream Of forfeit titles Farewell, Mary Stuart

Mary. Thinks she that such indignities degrade
My native titles? tell her the doth fix
Eternal shame, contempt and ridicule
On her own name, by these low practices ;
And say, tho’ se may rob me of my

life, Mary will die the lawful Queen of Scots.

[Exit Sir A. Paulet. L. Doug. Oh, my dear Mistress! heed not fuck

base men,
Theya re beneath your care.

Mary. They harass me;
My spirits are worn out; I'll lay me down;

(Mary reclines on her Sopha. Methinks soft music wou'd compose my nerves ; • I once had mufic at command, 'mbut, oh!

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voice.

The lute's unfrung that smooth'd the brow of care ;
Cold is the tongue that charm'd with living fire.
L. Doug. • Allow your faithful maid to try her

[Here Queen Mary's Lamentations foould be

fung by Lady Douglas or one of the Maids.
Mary. • These plaintive strains bring quiet to mind,
• Balm to my troubled soul; they footh my woes,
• Recall old times, and tell me what I was.
• Douglas ! while yet I was in infancy,
• The cruel father of this cruel Queen
• Alk'd me in marriage, from my native land,
• For his own son and failing in his fuit,
• Wag'd war with Scotland: afterwards, you know,
• It was my fate to mount the throne of France,
• As confort to young Francis ; on whose death,
(Oh, ever lamentable, fatal lofs !)
• Ì Cay'd in France till, by the jealousy
. And cruel arts of Catherine, I was driven
. To seek my own hereditary crown.'
Doelt thou remember how reluctantly
I left the gay and sprightly Court of France ?!

L. Doug. Aye, as 'twere yesterday I see you still;'
Fix'd like a statute at the vessel's stern,
With
eyes

the Galic shore,
Watching each lessening object, till the coast,
The wide extended coalt, and distant fpires
Of Calais, glittering in the evening skies,
Alone remain'd in view ; darkness came on,'
And tears inceffant ; till the morning calm
Gave one faint glimpse of the departing scene :
Oh, then

you

beat your breast and wav'd your
while intermingled tears, and fobs, half choak'd
Your ill articulated, last adieu.
Mary. Oh, what a change for a young Queen of

France !
From all the pleasures of that fplendid court,
To the morose, four aspect, the dull cant,
And furious zeal, of Scotland's puritans !

L. Doug. What barbarons, fanatic insolence!

Mary. Oh, I was destin'd in my native land To heavier ills; to Darnley's cruelty;

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Murray's ambition ; Morton's treachery;
My subjects' mean defertion of their Queen;
Their base revolt; and bafer calumnies,
L. Doug. The time shall come when the impartial

world Shall nobly vindicate your injur'd fame. Mary. Long since, dear Douglas, I've resign'd this

world, With all its vanities, and fix'd

my

heart On Heav'n alone-Ah, me! who's this?

Enter DAVISON,

L. Doug. Who art thou ? Dav. One whose approach forebodes a blacker storm Than e'er struck terror in the human breast,

Mary. Know you this man?

L. Doug. No; but I fear he brings Fresh insults and new rigours.

Mary. Whence come you?

Dav. From the Queen's self; who most reluctantly, Nor without many bitter sighs and tears

L. Doug. Tears of a crocodile.

Dav. I say with tears
The Queen dispatch'd me, to announce the fate,
The fate contain'd within this warrant.

[Delivering a Warrant. Mary. Ha !

[reading the Warrant.

Enter Beton A Drum is heard beating a pow

March.

Beton. Oh, mercy! Heavens! alas, my Queen! I

fear
Some dreadful fate; the Earls of Shrewsbury
And Huntingdon, attended by the guards,
Are'at the castle gate.

L. Doug. Ah, here they come !
Th' array of death! Ah! is it come to this?

Enter Shrewsbury and Huntingdon, with Guards,

Executioner, doc.

Shrews. The painful office which I now perform Mary. I know your bugnefs. Shrews. Ah! know you, alas ! With what dispatch we're order'd to proceed? L. Doug. Oh, murder! murder! cruel murderers

stay! Mary. Patience, my child! I did not think, I own, My filter Queen wou'd have proceeded thus; But if my body cannot sustain one blow, My foul deserves not those eternal joys In Heav'n my holy faith has promis'd me. Hunt. 'Tis your accursed faith that feals your

doom; While you're on earth, there is no surety For our true faith.

Mary. What do I hear! good Heav'n! Say you that I'm to suffer for my faith? O, happy and glad tidings! glorious news ! • Repeat that word, thou me lenger of joy! • Angels descending from their bleft abodes, • Cou'd not have hail'd me with more welcome

• sounds. : Then it hath pleas'd the gracious Heav'ns at last • To hear my prayers, and recompense my woes.' Now, in one blessed moment, all my pain, All my long sufferings are exchang’d for bliss. These ears have heard me thus proclaim'd a faint; And Mary's, aye, poor Mary's weeping eyes Have liv'd to see her crown of Martyrdom.I'll make Mort preparation; and mean while, Let all my fervants be in readiness; And bid my confeffor to follow me, L. Doug. We will obey

[Exit Lady Douglas, with the Maids. point. This may not be allow'd;

me not here to see our holy faith
' by the tricks and superslitious forms

of Papal ceremony-Your confessor Must not approach

Mary. Sir, I was born to reign; I am your Mistress' kinswoman; like her, Descended from King Henry --Dowager Of France, and Scotland's lawful Queen; as such, I pray you, treat me

[Exit Mary to her Oratory. Peton. Inhumani tyranny, That wou'd extend its barbarous cruelties Beyond the grave !

Shrews. We may not violate
Our strict commands

Beton. Heav'n will remember them :
You are, then, order'd to refuse a Queen,
In the last moments of her life, those rites,
That confolation, which is always given
To the most harden'd, graceless criminals,
That e'er insulted justice, or brought shame
On human nature ?

Hunt, Nay, urge not that; for, lo!
A pious prelate now attends without
To offer his affiftance-I'll propose

(Huntingdon offers to go towards the Oratory. Beton. If you're not loft to all humanity, Disturb not her lalt meditations thus,

[Stopping Huntingdon.

Enter Lady Douglas with four Maids, a Physician, and an Almoner-Beton places himself with them.

Hunt. Why are you all assembled here !

L. Doug. You see
The fad remains of her poor family.

Hunt. You are, at belt, but useless, idle shew;
Perhaps employ'd for superstitious ute;
Retire!

L. Doug. You cannot mean to hinder us
From this last, wretched office?

Hunt. Nav, begone!
Beton. Infernal savage!--

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