Mary: What then?
Darnley: Am I King of Scotland?
Mary: Have you—forgotten?
Darnley: Is he your lover?
Mary: If he were ?
Darndey: Am I to be conunon gossip in Edinburgh?
Mary: Is that all? No; he is not my lover.
Darndey: They talk. The Queen, they say, has a sweet instructor.
Mary: I have need of such.
Darnley: What is the instruction?
Mary: Ask your gossips. The word is not mine.
Darnley: Will you dismiss this man?
Mary: But why should I? He is a competent secretary. He sings prettily. He has a grace. Why should I lose him?
Darnley: Because I ask it.
Mary: But I do not remember you.
Darnley: What wit is that?
Mary: You speak as one privileged to control my affections. I do not remember such a one.
Darnley: This man governs you.
Mary: Alas, no.
