Mary: It's a madness, isn't it? But that's the way. Love is that. We must become love, or it spends us. I am not Mary Stuart—she is a dream unspelt. I am nothing. There should have been a queen, and I am nothing.
- (Riccio comes in, scared)
Riccio: Madam, forgive me, I don't know what he means—my lord the King. He came up to me, and peered into my face, strangely, and tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "Thieves have irons, and the crow comes, and the south's as cold as the east." He means me harm.
Mary: Come, David, men should have sudden minds. Calamity is with fortune. Courage, friend.
Riccio: He came to me from below. He's wandering about like a silly ghost. He went back.
- (He moves to the window. Before he gets there, Darnley is heard again)
Who's in the Queen's chamber?
Master Italian Thrift.
What's the Queen wearing?
Her long hair and her shift.
