Mary: Treason, sir? You speak to the Queen.
Darnley: To be sure, yes. I forgot. I thought it was to one who played with the Queen's paramour. I thought I would warn her. I grow forgetful—I am so busy. A little scheme I have in hand, about the Queen's honour. That's you. Yes. In two days, or three, or before, perhaps. Pardon me, Madam, I should not intrude in the Queen's chamber—one never knows who may be in it. That shadow, now; I wonder. I must investigate—it might mean another scheme. Once you begin...I have a better tune for the song now—but another time, another time. But I would not shelter it.
- (He goes. Mary takes Elizabeth's picture, looks at it in the candle-light, and replaces it in the cabinet, then rings the bell. Beaton comes in)
Mary: We will have supper here to-night. Tell them, will you? And ask Riccio to come. Come in when you have told them below, and prepare the table.
Beaton: Yes, Madam.
