MARY BEATON. Kill me now, I will not rise: there, I am patient, see, I will not strive, but kill me for God's sake. CHASTELARD. Pray you rise up and be not shaken so: Forgive me my rash words, my heart was gone After the thing you were: be not ashamed; Give me the shame, you have no part in it; Can I not say a word shall do you good? Forgive that too. MARY BEATON. I shall run crazed with shame; But when I felt your lips catch hold on mine It stopped my breath: I would have told you all; Let me go out: you see I lied to you, Am I am shamed; I pray you loose me, sir, Let me go out. CHASTELARD. Think no base things of me: I were most base to let you go ashamed. Think my heart's love and honor go with you: Yea, while I live, for your love's noble sake, I am your servant in what wise may be, To love and serve you with right thankful heart. MARY BEATON. I have given men leave to mock me, and must bear What shame they please: you have good cause to mock. Let me pass now. CHASTELARD. You know I mock you not. If ever I leave off to honor you, God give me shame! I were the worst churl born. MARY BEATON. No marvel though the queen should love you too, Being such a knight. I pray you for her love, Lord Chastelard, of your great courtesy, Think now no scorn to give me my last kiss That I shall have of man before I die. Even the same lips you kissed and knew not of Will you kiss now, knowing the shame of them, And say no one word to me afterwards, That I may see I have loved the best lover And man most courteous of all men alive? MARY SEYTON. [Within.] Here, fetch the light: nay, this way; enter all. MARY BEATON. I am twice undone. Fly, get some hiding, sir; They have spied upon me somehow. CHASTELARD. Nay, fear not; Stand by my side. [Enter MARY SEYTON and MARY HAMILTON.] MARY HAMILTON. Give me that light: this way. CHASTELARD. What jest is here, fair ladies? it walks late, Something too late for laughing. MARY SEYTON. Nay, fair sir, What jest is this of yours? Look to your lady: She is nigh swooned. The queen shall know all this. MARY HAMILTON. A grievous shame it is we are fallen upon; Hold forth the light. Is this your care of us? Nay, come, look up: this is no game, God wot. CHASTELARD. Shame shall befall them that speak shamefully: I swear this lady is as pure and good As any maiden, and who believes me not Shall keep the shame for his part and the lie. To them that come in honor and not in hate I will make answer. Lady, have good heart. Give me the light there: I will see you forth. END OF THE FIRST ACT. ACT II. DARNLEY. SCENE I.--The great Chamber in Holyrood. The QUEEN and MARY SEYTON. QUEEN. But will you swear it? MARY SEYTON. Swear it, madam? QUEEN. Ay-- Swear it. MARY SEYTON. Madam, I am not friends with them. QUEEN. Swear then against them if you are not friends.