Poems (Shore)/Mary Stuart
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MARY STUART
The latest of these scattered fragments is a very short one—a conversation between Mary Stuart and one of her maids of honour, Mary Fleming, who subsequently married Maitland of Lethington.
Queen. So this sage Maitland is—pray tell me why—The humblest of my servants.The humblest of my servants.Mary. Credulous serpent,To whom your half asleep and baby beautyPlays harmless dove.Plays harmless dove.QUEEN. Thanks, dear, for teaching meThe secret of my charm. You mean, no doubt,He thinks me a born fool.He thinks me a born fool.Mary. Heaven pardon me,I mean no less. Queen.Then he shall find in meThe most contented idiot of my kind,Till I grow weary of his worship.Till I grow weary of his worship.Mary. ThenYou'll let him see you are as wise as he.