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she seems at point to speak: Now she lies back; and laughs; with her brows 

drawn     And    her  lips  drawn    too。  Now    they   read   his  crime   I  see  the 

laughter tightening her chin: Why do you bend your body and draw breath? 

They will not slay him in her sight; I am sure She will not have him slain。 

     MARY BEATON。 Forth; and fear not: I was just praying to myself 

one word; A prayer I have to say for her to God If he will mind it。 

     MARY CARMICHAEL。 Now he looks her side; Something he says; if 

one could hear thus far: She leans out; lengthening her throat to hear And 

her eyes shining。 

     MARY BEATON。 Ah; I had no hope: Yea thou God knowest that I had 

no hope。 Let it end quickly。 

     MARY CARMICHAEL。 Now his eyes are wide And his smile great; 

and   like   another   smile   The   blood   fills   all   his   face。   Her   cheek   and   neck 

Work   fast   and   hard;   she   must   have   pardoned   him;   He   looks   so   merrily。 

Now he comes forth Out of that ring of people and kneels down; Ah; how 

the helve and edge of the great axe Turn in the sunlight as the man shifts 

hands It must be for a show: because she sits And hardly moves her head 

this wayI see Her chin and lifted lips。 Now she stands up; Puts out her 

hand; and they fall muttering; Ah! 

     MARY BEATON。 Is it done now? 

     MARY CARMICHAEL。 For God's love; stay there; Do not look out。 

Nay; he is dead by this; But gather up yourself from off the floor; Will she 

die too? I shut mine eyes and heard Sweet; do not beat your face upon 

the ground。 Nay; he is dead and slain。 

     MARY BEATON。 What; slain indeed? I knew he would be slain。 Ay; 

through the neck: I knew one must be smitten through the neck To die so 

quick: if one were stabbed to the heart; He would die slower。 

     MARY CARMICHAEL。 Will you behold him dead? 

     MARY   BEATON。   Yea:   must   a   dead   man   not   be   looked   upon   That 

living one was fain of? give me way。 Lo you; what sort of hair this fellow 

had; The doomsman gathers it into his hand To grasp the head by for all 



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men to see; I never did that。 

    MARY CARMICHAEL。 For God's love; let me go。 

    MARY BEATON。 I think sometimes she must have held it so; Holding 

his head back; see you; by the hair To kiss his face; still lying in his arms。 

Ay; go and weep: it must be pitiful If one could see it。 What is this they 

say? So perish the Queen's traitors! Yea; but so Perish the Queen! God; do 

thus much to her For his sake only: yea; for pity's sake Do thus much with 

her。 

    MARY CARMICHAEL。 Prithee come in with me: Nay; come at once。 

    MARY BEATON。 If I should meet with her And spit upon her at her 

coming in But if I live then shall I see one day When God will smite her 

lying harlot's mouth Surely I shall。 Come; I will go with you; We will sit 

down together face to face Now; and keep silence; for this life is hard; And 

the end of it is quietness at last。 Come; let us go: here is no word to say。 

    AN USHER。 Make way there for the lord of Bothwell; room Place 

for my lord of Bothwell next the queen。 



    EXPLICIT 



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