QUEEN. Yea, truly were it so? But if I will not, yet I will not, sir, For all the mouths in Scotland. Now, by heaven, As I am pleased he shall not die but live, So shall ye be. There is no man shall die, Except it please me; and no man shall say, Except it please me, if I do ill or well. Which of you now will set his will to mine? Not you, nor you I think, nor none of you, Nor no man living that loves living well. Let one stand forth and smite me with his hand, Wring my crown off and cast it underfoot, And he shall get my respite back of me, And no man else: he shall bid live or die, And no man else; and he shall be my lord, And no man else. What, will not one be king? Will not one here lay hold upon my state? I am queen of you for all things come and gone. Nay, my chief lady, and no meaner one, The chiefest of my maidens, shall bear this And give it to my prisoner for a grace; Who shall deny me? who shall do me wrong? Bear greeting to the lord of Chastelard, And this withal for respite of his life, For by my head he shall die no such way: Nay, sweet, no words, but hence and back again. [Exit MARY BEATON.] Farewell, dear lords; ye have shown grace to me, And some time I will thank you as I may; Till when think well of me and what is done. END OF THE FOURTH ACT. ACT V. CHASTELARD. SCENE I.-Before Holyrood. A crowd of people; among them Soldiers, Burgesses, a Preacher, &c. 1ST CITIZEN. They are not out yet. Have you seen the man? What manner of man? 2D CITIZEN. Shall he be hanged or no? There was a fellow hanged some three days gone Wept the whole way: think you this man shall die In better sort, now? 1ST CITIZEN. Eh, these shawm-players That walk before strange women and make songs! How should they die well? 3D CITIZEN. Is it sooth men say Our dame was wont to kiss him on the face In lewd folk's sight? 1ST CITIZEN. Yea, saith one, all day long He used to sit and jangle words in rhyme To suit with shakes of faint adulterous sound Some French lust in men's ears; she made songs too, Soft things to feed sin's amorous mouth upon-- Delicate sounds for dancing at in hell. 4TH CITIZEN. Is it priest Black that he shall have by him When they do come? 3D CITIZEN. Ah! by God's leave, not so; If the knave show us his peeled onion's head And that damned flagging jowl of his-- 2D CITIZEN. Nay, sirs, Take heed of words; moreover, please it you, This man hath no pope's part in him. 3D CITIZEN. I say That if priest whore's friend with the lewd thief's cheek Show his foul blinking face to shame all ours, It goes back fouler; well, one day hell's fire Will burn him black indeed. A WOMAN. What kind of man? 'T is yet great pity of him if he be Goodly enow for this queen's paramour. A French lord overseas? what doth he here, With Scotch folk here?