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by Friedrich Schiller

From female frailty were derived thy faults,

  Free from the weakness of mortality,

  The spotless spirit seeks the blest abodes.

  Now, then, by the authority which God

  Hath unto me committed, I absolve thee

  From all thy sins; be as thy faith thy welfare!

  [He gives her the host.

  Receive the body which for thee was offered-

  [He takes the cup which stands upon the table,

  consecrates it with silent prayer, then presents

  it to her; she hesitates to take it, and makes

  signs to him to withdraw it.

  Receive the blood which for thy sins was shed,

  Receive it; 'tis allowed thee by the pope

  To exercise in death the highest office

  Of kings, the holy office of the priesthood.

  [She takes the cup.

  And as thou now, in this his earthly body

  Hast held with God mysterious communion,

  So may'st thou henceforth, in his realm of joy,

  Where sin no more exists, nor tears of woe,

  A fair, transfigured spirit, join thyself

  Forever with the Godhead, and forever.

  [He sets down the cup; hearing a noise,

  he covers his head, and goes to the door;

  MARY remains in silent devotion on her knees.

  MELVIL (returning).

  A painful conflict is in store for thee.

  Feel'st thou within thee strength enough to smother

  Each impulse of malignity and hate?

  MARY.

  I fear not a relapse. I have to God

  Devoted both my hatred and my love.

  MELVIL.

  Well, then, prepare thee to receive my Lords

  Of Leicester and of Burleigh. They are here.

  SCENE VIII.

  Enter BURLEIGH, LEICESTER, and PAULET.

  [LEICESTER remains in the background, without raising

  his eyes; BURLEIGH, who remarks his confusion, steps

  between him and the QUEEN.

  BURLEIGH.

  I come, my Lady Stuart, to receive

  Your last commands and wishes.

  MARY.

  Thanks, my lord.

  BURLEIGH.

  It is the pleasure of my royal mistress

  That nothing reasonable be denied you.

  MARY.

  My will, my lord, declares my last desires;

  I've placed it in the hand of Sir Amias,

  And humbly beg that it may be fulfilled.

  PAULET.

  You may rely on this.

  MARY.

  I beg that all

  My servants unmolested may return

  To France, or Scotland, as their wishes lead.

  BURLEIGH.

  It shall be as you wish.

  MARY.

  And since my body

  Is not to rest in consecrated ground,

  I pray you suffer this my faithful servant

  To bear my heart to France, to my relations-

  Alas! 'twas ever there.

  BURLEIGH.

  It shall be done.

  What wishes else?

  MARY.

  Unto her majesty

  Of England bear a sister's salutation;

  Tell her that from the bottom of my heart

  I pardon her my death; most humbly, too,

  I crave her to forgive me for the passion

  With which I spoke to her. May God preserve her

  And bless her with a long and prosperous reign.

  BURLEIGH.

  Say, do you still adhere to your resolve,

  And still refuse assistance from the dean?

  MARY.

  My lord, I've made my peace with God.

  [To PAULET.

  Good sir,

  I have unwittingly caused you much sorrow,

  Bereft you of your age's only stay.

  Oh, let me hope you do not hate my name.

  PAULET (giving her his hand).

  The Lord be with you! Go your way in peace.

  SCENE IX.

  HANNAH KENNEDY, and the other women of the QUEEN crowd

  into the room with marks of horror. The SHERIFF follows

  them, a white staff in his hand; behind are seen, through

  the open doors, men under arms.

  MARY.

  What ails thee, Hannah? Yes, my hour is come.

  The sheriff comes to lead me to my fate,

  And part we must. Farewell!

  KENNEDY and CURL.

  We will not leave thee,

  We will not part from thee.

  MARY (to MELVIL).

  You, worthy sir,

  And my dear, faithful Hannah, shall attend me

  In my last moments. I am sure, my lord

  Will not refuse my heart this consolation.

  BURLEIGH.

  For this I have no warrant.

  MARY.

  How, my lord;

  Can you deny me, then, this small petition?

  Respect my sex; who shall attend me else,

  And yield me the last service? Sure, it never

  Can be my sister's pleasure that in me

  My sex should be insulted; that these men

  With their rude hands should touch my royal person.

  BURLEIGH.

  'Tis ordered that no woman shall ascend

  The scaffold steps with you. Their tears and moans--

  MARY.

  She shall not weep, my lord; she shall not moan;

  I answer for my Hannah's resolution;

  Be merciful; divide me not so soon

  From my true foster-mother, from my friend.

  She bore me on her arms into this life;

  Let her then gently lead me to my death.

  PAULET (to BURLEIGH).

  Yield to her wishes.

  BURLEIGH.

  Be it so.

  MARY.

  I now

  Have nothing in this world to wish for more.

  [She takes the crucifix, and kisses it.

  My God! My Comforter! My blest Redeemer!

  As once thy arms were stretched upon the cross,

  Let them be now extended to receive me!

  [She turns round to go; at the same moment her

  eyes fall upon LEICESTER, who, on her going, starts

  involuntarily, and turns his eyes towards her; at

  this sight MARY trembles, her knees fail her, she is

  about to fall, when LEICESTER catches at her, and

  receives her in his arms; she regards him for some

  time earnestly, and in silence; he cannot support her

  looks; at length she speaks.

  You keep your word, my Lord of Leicester: for

  You promised me your arm to lead me forth

  From prison, and you lend it to me now.

  At length the wished-for day is come, and what

  Was oft the object of my fondest dreams

  Is now accomplished: and the Earl of Leicester,

  The long-expected, the long-wished-for friend,

  Appears at length in Fotheringay Castle.

  I see him standing in my prison; all

  Is ready for the journey; all the gates

  Stand open, and at length I cross the threshold,

  Conducted by his hand; and now I leave

  These dismal walls behind me, and forever.

  All is fulfilled, and you have saved your honor.

  [He stands as if annihilated; she continues,

  with a gentle voice.

  Yes, Leicester; not for liberty alone

  I wished to be indebted to your hands.

  You should have made me bless that liberty.

  Led by your hand, and happy in your love,

  I hoped once more to taste the joys of life.

  Yes; now that I'm prepared from all the world

  To part, and to become a happy spirit,


  Whom earthly inclinations tempt no more!

  Now, Leicester, I may venture to confess

  Without a blush the frailty I have conquered;

  Farewell, my lord; and, if you can, be happy!

  To woo two queens has been your daring aim;

  You have disdained a tender, loving heart,

  Betrayed it in the hope to win a proud one:

  Kneel at the feet of Queen Elizabeth!

  May your reward not prove your punishment.

  Farewell; I now have nothing more on earth.

  [She goes, preceded by the SHERIFF; at her side

  MELVIL and her nurse; BURLEIGH and PAULET follow;

  the others, wailing, follow her with their eyes

  till she disappears; they then retire through the

  other two doors.

  SCENE X.

  LEICESTER (remaining alone).

  Do I live still? Can I still bear to live?

  Will not this roof fall down and bury me?

  Yawns no abyss to swallow in its gulf

  The veriest wretch on earth? What have I lost?

  Oh, what a pearl have I not cast away!

  What bliss celestial madly dashed aside!

  She's gone, a spirit purged from earthly stain,

  And the despair of hell remains for me!

  Where is the purpose now with which I came

  To stifle my heart's voice in callous scorn?

  To see her head descend upon the block

  With unaverted and indifferent eyes?

  How doth her presence wake my slumbering shame?

  Must she in death surround me with love's toils?

  Lost, wretched man! No more it suits thee now

  To melt away in womanly compassion:

  Love's golden bliss lies not upon thy path,

  Then arm thy breast in panoply of steel,

  And henceforth be thy brows of adamant!

  Wouldst thou not lose the guerdon of thy guilt,

  Thou must uphold, complete it daringly!

  Pity be dumb; mine eyes be petrified!

  I'll see-I will be witness of her fall.

  [He advances with resolute steps towards the door

  through which MARY passed; but stops suddenly half way.

  No! No! The terrors of all hell possess me.

  I cannot look upon the dreadful deed;

  I cannot see her die! Hark! What was that?

  They are already there. Beneath my feet

  The bloody business is preparing. Hark!

  I hear their voices. Hence! Away, away

  From this abode of misery and death!

  [He attempts to escape by another door;

  finds it locked, and returns.

  How! Does some demon chain me to this spot?

  To hear what I would shudder to behold?

  That voice-it is the dean's, exhorting her;

  She interrupts him. Hark-she prays aloud;

  Her voice is firm-now all is still, quite still!

  And sobs and women's moans are all I hear.

  Now, they undress her; they remove the stool;

  She kneels upon the cushion; lays her head--

  [Having spoken these last words, and paused awhile,

  he is seen with a convulsive motion suddenly to shrink

  and faint away; a confused hum of voices is heard at

  the same moment from below, and continues for some time.

  SCENE XI.

  The Second Chamber in the Fourth Act.

  ELIZABETH (entering from a side door; her gait and action expressive

  of the most violent uneasiness).

  No message yet arrived! What! no one here!

  Will evening never come! Stands the sun still

  In its ethereal course? I can no more

  Remain upon the rack of expectation!

  Is it accomplished? Is it not? I shudder

  At both events, and do not dare to ask.

  My Lord of Leicester comes not,-Burleigh too,

  Whom I appointed to fulfil the sentence.

  If they have quitted London then 'tis done,

  The bolt has left its rest-it cuts the air-

  It strikes; has struck already: were my realm

  At stake I could not now arrest its course.

  Who's there?

  SCENE XII.

  Enter a PAGE.

  ELIZABETH.

  Returned alone? Where are the lords?

  PAGE.

  My Lord High-Treasurer and the Earl of Leicester?

  ELIZABETH.

  Where are they?

  PAGE.

  They are not in London.

  ELIZABETH.

  No!

  Where are they then?

  PAGE.

  That no one could inform me;

  Before the dawn, mysteriously, in haste

  They quitted London.

  ELIZABETH (exultingly).

  I am Queen of England!

  [Walking up and down in the greatest agitation.

  Go-call me-no, remain, boy! She is dead;

  Now have I room upon the earth at last.

  Why do I shake? Whence comes this aguish dread?

  My fears are covered by the grave; who dares

  To say I did it? I have tears enough

  In store to weep her fall. Are you still here?

  [To the PAGE.

  Command my secretary, Davison,

  To come to me this instant. Let the Earl

  Of Shrewsbury be summoned. Here he comes.

  [Exit PAGE.

  SCENE XIII.

  Enter SHREWSBURY.

  ELIZABETH.

  Welcome, my noble lord. What tidings; say

  It cannot be a trifle which hath led

  Your footsteps hither at so late an hour.

  SHREWSBURY.

  My liege, the doubts that hung upon my heart,

  And dutiful concern for your fair fame,

  Directed me this morning to the Tower,

  Where Mary's secretaries, Nau and Curl,

  Are now confined as prisoners, for I wished

  Once more to put their evidence to proof.

  On my arrival the lieutenant seemed

  Embarrassed and perplexed; refused to show me

  His prisoners; but my threats obtained admittance.

  God! what a sight was there! With frantic looks,

  With hair dishevelled, on his pallet lay

  The Scot like one tormented by a fury.

  The miserable man no sooner saw me

  Than at my feet he fell, and there, with screams,

  Clasping my knees, and writhing like a worm,

  Implored, conjured me to acquaint him with

  His sovereign's destiny, for vague reports

  Had somehow reached the dungeons of the Tower

  That she had been condemned to suffer death.

  When I confirmed these tidings, adding, too,

  That on his evidence she had been doomed,-

  He started wildly up,-caught by the throat

  His fellow-prisoner; with the giant strength

  Of madness tore him to the ground and tried

  To strangle him. No sooner had we saved

  The wretch from his fierce grapple than at once

  He turned his rage against himself and beat

  His breast with savage fists; then cursed himself

  And his companions to the depths of hell!

  His evidence was false; the fatal letters

  To Babington, which he had sworn were true,

  He now denounced as forgeries; for he

  Had set down words the queen had never spoken;

  The traitor Nau had led him to this treason.

  Then ran he to the casement, threw it wide

  With frantic force, and cried into the street

  So loud that all the people gathered round:

  I am the man, Queen Mary's secretary,

  The traitor who accused his
mistress falsely;

  I bore false witness and am cursed forever!

  ELIZABETH.

  You said yourself that he had lost his wits;

  A madman's words prove nothing.

  SHREWSBURY.

  Yet this madness

  Serves in itself to swell the proof. My liege,

  Let me conjure thee; be not over-hasty;

  Prithee, give order for a new inquiry!

  ELIZABETH.

  I will, my lord, because it is your wish,

  Not that I can believe my noble peers

  Have in this case pronounced a hasty judgment.

  To set your mind at rest the inquiry shall

  Be straight renewed. Well that 'tis not too late!

  Upon the honor of our royal name,

  No, not the shadow of a doubt shall rest.

  SCENE XIV.

  Enter DAVISON.

  ELIZABETH.

  The sentence, sir, which I but late intrusted

  Unto your keeping; where is it?

 

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