Riccio: What's that? Why does he sing that, under the window?
Mary: It's a brave house for a queen, Beaton, isn't it?
Darnley (from below): There's more yet.
- (He sings again)
Is there a scullion greedy
For a crown and a queen's kiss...
- (Mary takes a pitcher of wine and, moving to the window, empties it at a venture)
Darnley: Curse you—you harlot—you shall see—.
- (His voice fades away; Mary stands, holding the pitcher)
Mary: The daughter of France. Pupil of Ronsard. Queen of Scotland.
- (Darnley rushes in, his face and clothes dripping with wine)
Darnley: Do you think I will be used so—not by any queen in Christendom.
Mary: Do we talk of using?
- (She replaces the pitcher)
