DARNLEY. O sir, we know You can swear well, being taken; you fair French Dare swallow God's name for a lewd love-sake As it were water. Nay, we know, we know; Save your sweet breath now lest you lack it soon: We are simple, we; we have not heard of you. Madam, by God you are well shamed in him: Ay, trust you to be fingering in one's face, Play with one's neck-chain? ah, your maiden's man, A relic of your people's! CHASTELARD. Hold your peace, Or I will set an edge on your own lie Shall scar yourself. Madam, have out your guard; 'T is time I were got hence. QUEEN. Sweet Hamilton, Hold you my hand and help me to sit down. O Henry, I am beaten from my wits-- Let me have time and live; call out my people-- Bring forth some armed guard to lay hold on him: But see no man be slain. Sirs, hide your swords; I will not have men slain. DARNLEY. What, is this true? Call the queen's people--help the queen there, you-- Ho, sirs, come in. [Enter some with the Guard.] QUEEN. Lay hold upon that man; Bear him away, but see he have no hurt. CHASTELARD. Into your hands I render up myself With a free heart; deal with me how you list, But courteously, I pray you. Take my sword. Farewell, great queen; the sweetness in your look Makes life look bitter on me. Farewell, sirs. [He is taken out.] DARNLEY. Yea, pluck him forth, and have him hanged by dawn; He shall find bed enow to sleep. God's love! That such a knave should be a knight like this! QUEEN. Sir, peace awhile; this shall be as I please; Take patience to you. Lords, I pray you see All be done goodly; look they wrong him not. Carmichael, you shall sleep with me to-night; I am sorely shaken, even to the heart. Fair lords, I thank you for your care. Sweet, stay by me. END OF THE THIRD ACT. ACT IV. MURRAY. SCENE I.-The Queen's Lodging at St. Andrew's. The QUEEN and the four MARIES. QUEEN. Why will you break my heart with praying to me? You Seyton, you Carmichael, you have wits, You are not all run to tears; you do not think It is my wrath or will that whets this axe Against his neck? MARY SEYTON. Nay, these three weeks agone I said the queen's wrath was not sharp enough To shear a neck.