should one be concerned for Riccio? There should be better ambitions.
Mary: They think he's my lover. Or Darnley occupies his mind in a pretence that he thinks it. Let him think it—it is no matter.
Bothwell: Surely not Riccio?
Mary: No. But I did not send for you to question me. Riccio has served me well enough in his kind. I remember these things. He is in danger, and he must be saved. That is all.
Bothwell: What can I do?
Mary: He must leave Scotland, secretly, and at once. Can you contrive that?
Bothwell: It could be done. There is a Dane in port now. I will give word to the captain. I have his service. Tell Riccio to meet me at midnight, by Frobisher's Croft. I will have a fellow to take him out from shore. When they are clear they can carry a light, and the Dane shall take him up. He can make his own way from Copenhagen?
Mary: Surely. Riccio shall be there at midnight. And my thanks.
- (She offers her hand)
Bothwell (taking it): No more?
