Let me go back to France—Your Majesty can contrive it. I must go.
Mary: Go.
- (Riccio rises and hesitates)
Go. Stay in your room. You shall not be forgotten. Go, I say.
- (Riccio goes, lamentably)
Beaton: Madam, Madam.
Mary: The measuring is bad, bad. There are matters that the mind must leave. Could you find my lord Bothwell, do you think?
Beaton: I will try.
Mary: If you will. Or stay, send to Randolph first. Ask him to come here. When he goes, find Bothwell if you can.
- (Beaton goes. Mary unlocks a cabinet, and takes out a picture of Elizabeth, in a jewelled frame, and a paper. The picture she places conspicuously on the top of the cabinet, the paper on the table. Then from the cabinet she takes a small green cloth case, which also she places on the table. She locks the cabinet, and stands on the far side from the door. Beaton returns)
