Darnley: He guides your policy. The courts of Europe begin to talk of it.
Mary: Poor David. He just sits at the table, and writes as I tell him. There's more policy in a carter.
Darnley: And he is not your lover?
Mary: No.
Darnley: Then he would be little to lose.
Mary: And yet why should I lose even so little?
Darnley: I do not believe you.
Mary: So? And then?
Darnley: You choose strangely.
Mary: I chose you, God help me.
Darnley: That's ugly.
Mary: What would you have?
Darnley: What is it to be?
Mary: How?
Darnley: I have some rights still, at least.
Mary: You are called King.
Darnley: Then my word should mean something.
Mary: For what?
Darnley: Dismiss Riccio.
Mary: No.
