Randolph: Her Majesty, I know, is of a like mind.
Mary: If I could but leave this turbulent court for a time. But, alas, I may not. Can we not persuade the Queen to grace our rough life, think you? She is well served. With such counsellors she could leave with an easy heart. The throne of England knows no insecurities.
Randolph: Her Majesty talks of it often.
Mary: Do you think she will so favour us?
Randolph: I am sure of her inclinations.
Mary: And yet, perhaps, not quite sure.
Randolph: Madam?
Mary: Randolph, I am a woman beset by fools and rascals. Do with that as you will. If I could meet my cousin of England, word to word, she might learn much.
Randolph: She desires that.
Mary: I wonder. To learn might mean admissions. And admissions are dangerous, are they not, even royal admissions?
Randolph: Your Majesty speaks by figures.
Mary: No; plainly. You have your poets. They should tell you what a figure is. But I speak plainly.
