Mary: You must not let that trouble you. You have done what you could. We are but ourselves. Keep this.
- (She gives him a brooch from her sleeve. He takes it and kisses her hand. Beaton comes in)
And now we can talk as friends, with no misgiving. (She goes to the door and turns the key.) Beaton, David leaves us to-night. A friendly sail to Denmark has relieved us of our anxieties.
- (Beaton puts wine, cups, and fruit on the table. They seat themselves. They eat and Mary pours out the wine)
Riccio: If you were but coming to France, Madam. In a month how the glades will shine!
Mary: I have them in my mind. Though there are times when one lives too fiercely for the mind's landscapes to be clear. They come in tranquillity. Let us drink to France, the south, where the sun is.
- (They drink)
Riccio: And to the queen whose beauty is like Provence. To Mary Stuart.
- (He and Mary Beaton drink)
