CHASTELARD. I know not: die some day, But live as long and lightly as I can. Will you now love me? faith, but if you do, It were much better you were dead and hearsed. Will you do one thing for me? MARY BEATON. Yea, all things. CHASTELARD. Speak truth a little, for God's sake: indeed It were no harm to do. Come, will you, sweet? Though it be but to please God. MARY BEATON. What will you do? CHASTELARD. Ay, true, I must do somewhat. Let me see: To get between and tread upon his face-- Catch both her hands and bid men look at them, How pure they were--I would do none of these, Though they got wedded all the days in the year. We may do well yet when all's come and gone. I pray you on this wedding-night of theirs Do but one thing that I shall ask of you, And Darnley will not hunger as I shall For that good time. Sweet, will you swear me this? MARY BEATON. Yea; though to do it were mortal to my soul As the chief sin. CHASTELARD. I thank you: let us go. END OF THE SECOND ACT. ACT III. THE QUEEN. SCENE I.--The Queen's Chamber. Night. Lights burning In front of the bed. [Enter CHASTELARD and MARY BEATON.] MARY BEATON. Be tender of your feet. CHASTELARD. I shall not fail: These ways have light enough to help a man That walks with such stirred blood in him as mine. MARY BEATON. I would yet plead with you to save your head: Nay, let this be then: sir, I chide you not. Nay, let all come. Do not abide her yet. CHASTELARD. Have you read never in French books the song Called the Duke's Song, some boy made ages back, A song of drag-nets hauled across thwart seas And plucked up with rent sides, and caught therein A strange-haired woman with sad singing lips, Cold in the cheek like any stray of sea, And sweet to touch? so that men seeing her face, And how she sighed out little Ahs of pain And soft cries sobbing sideways from her mouth, Fell in hot love, and having lain with her Died soon? one time I could have told it through: Now I have kissed the sea-witch on her eyes And my lips ache with it; but I shall sleep Full soon, and a good space of sleep. MARY BEATON. Alas!