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Mary Stuart
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2017
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MARY (still quite beside herself)
Gone hence in wrath!
She carries death within her heart! I know it.
[Falling on KENNEDY'S bosom.
Now I am happy, Hannah! and at last,
After whole years of sorrow and abasement,
One moment of victorious revenge
A weight falls off my heart, a weight of mountains;
I plunged the steel in my oppressor's breast!
KENNEDY
Unhappy lady! Frenzy overcomes you.
Yes, you have wounded your inveterate foe;
'Tis she who wields the lightning, she is queen,
You have insulted her before her minion.
MARY
I have abased her before Leicester's eyes;
He saw it, he was witness of my triumph.
How did I hurl her from her haughty height,
He saw it, and his presence strengthened me.
SCENE VI
Enter MORTIMER.
KENNEDY
Oh, Sir! What an occurrence!
MORTIMER
I heard all —
[Gives the nurse a sign to repair to her post, and draws nearer; his whole appearance expresses the utmost violence of passion.
Thine is the palm; – thou trod'st her to the dust! —
Thou wast the queen, she was the malefactor; —
I am transported with thy noble courage; —
Yes! I adore thee; like a Deity,
My sense is dazzled by thy heavenly beams.
MARY (with vivacity and expectation)
You spoke with Leicester, gave my letter to him.
My present, too? – oh, speak, sir.
MORTIMER (beholding her with glowing looks)
How thy noble,
Thy royal indignation shone, and cast
A glory round thy beauty; yes, by heavens,
Thou art the fairest woman upon earth!
MARY
Sir, satisfy, I beg you, my impatience;
What says his lordship? Say, sir, may I hope?
MORTIMER
Who? – he? – he is a wretch, a very coward,
Hope naught from him; despise him, and forget him!
MARY
What say you?
MORTIMER
He deliver, and possess you!
Why let him dare it: – he! – he must with me
In mortal contest first deserve the prize!
MARY
You gave him not my letter? Then, indeed
My hopes are lost!
MORTIMER
The coward loves his life.
Whoe'er would rescue you, and call you his,
Must boldly dare affront e'en death itself!
MARY
Will he do nothing for me?
MORTIMER
Speak not of him.
What can he do? What need have we of him?
I will release you; I alone.
Gone hence in wrath!
She carries death within her heart! I know it.
[Falling on KENNEDY'S bosom.
Now I am happy, Hannah! and at last,
After whole years of sorrow and abasement,
One moment of victorious revenge
A weight falls off my heart, a weight of mountains;
I plunged the steel in my oppressor's breast!
KENNEDY
Unhappy lady! Frenzy overcomes you.
Yes, you have wounded your inveterate foe;
'Tis she who wields the lightning, she is queen,
You have insulted her before her minion.
MARY
I have abased her before Leicester's eyes;
He saw it, he was witness of my triumph.
How did I hurl her from her haughty height,
He saw it, and his presence strengthened me.
SCENE VI
Enter MORTIMER.
KENNEDY
Oh, Sir! What an occurrence!
MORTIMER
I heard all —
[Gives the nurse a sign to repair to her post, and draws nearer; his whole appearance expresses the utmost violence of passion.
Thine is the palm; – thou trod'st her to the dust! —
Thou wast the queen, she was the malefactor; —
I am transported with thy noble courage; —
Yes! I adore thee; like a Deity,
My sense is dazzled by thy heavenly beams.
MARY (with vivacity and expectation)
You spoke with Leicester, gave my letter to him.
My present, too? – oh, speak, sir.
MORTIMER (beholding her with glowing looks)
How thy noble,
Thy royal indignation shone, and cast
A glory round thy beauty; yes, by heavens,
Thou art the fairest woman upon earth!
MARY
Sir, satisfy, I beg you, my impatience;
What says his lordship? Say, sir, may I hope?
MORTIMER
Who? – he? – he is a wretch, a very coward,
Hope naught from him; despise him, and forget him!
MARY
What say you?
MORTIMER
He deliver, and possess you!
Why let him dare it: – he! – he must with me
In mortal contest first deserve the prize!
MARY
You gave him not my letter? Then, indeed
My hopes are lost!
MORTIMER
The coward loves his life.
Whoe'er would rescue you, and call you his,
Must boldly dare affront e'en death itself!
MARY
Will he do nothing for me?
MORTIMER
Speak not of him.
What can he do? What need have we of him?
I will release you; I alone.
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