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Frederich Schiller. Mary Stuart

This eBook was produced by Tapio Riikonen and David Widger, widger@cecomet.net

MARY STUART.

A TRAGEDY.

By Frederich Schiller

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

ELIZABETH, Queen of England.

MARY STUART, Queen of Scots, a Prisoner in England.

ROBERT DUDLEY, Earl of Leicester.

GEORGE TALBOT, Earl of Shrewsbury.

WILLIAM CECIL, Lord Burleigh, Lord High Treasurer.

EARL OF KENT.

SIR WILLIAM DAVISON, Secretary of State.

SIR AMIAS PAULET, Keeper of MARY.

SIR EDWARD MORTIMER, his Nephew.

COUNT L'AUBESPINE, the French Ambassador.

O'KELLY, Mortimer's Friend.

COUNT BELLIEVRE, Envoy Extraordinary from France.

SIR DRUE DRURY, another Keeper of MARY.

SIR ANDREW MELVIL, her House Steward.

BURGOYNE, her Physician.

HANNAH KENNEDY, her Nurse.

MARGARET CURL, her Attendant.

Sheriff of the County.

Officer of the Guard.

French and English Lords.

Soldiers.

Servants of State belonging to ELIZABETH.

Servants and Female Attendants of the Queen of Scots.

ACT I.

SCENE I.

A common apartment in the Castle of Fotheringay.

HANNAH KENNEDY, contending violently with PAULET, who is about

to break open a closet; DRURY with an iron crown.

KENNEDY.

How now, sir? what fresh outrage have we here?

Back from that cabinet!

PAULET.

Whence came the jewel?

I know 'twas from an upper chamber thrown;

And you would bribe the gardener with your trinkets.

A curse on woman's wiles! In spite of all

My strict precaution and my active search,

Still treasures here, still costly gems concealed!

And doubtless there are more where this lay hid.

[Advancing towards the cabinet.

KENNEDY.

Intruder, back! here lie my lady's secrets.

PAULET.

Exactly what I seek.

[Drawing forth papers.

KENNEDY.

Mere trifling papers;

The amusements only of an idle pen,

To cheat the dreary tedium of a dungeon.

PAULET.

In idle hours the evil mind is busy.

KENNEDY.

Those writings are in French.

PAULET.

So much the worse!

That tongue betokens England's enemy.

KENNEDY.

Sketches of letters to the Queen of England.

PAULET.

I'll be their bearer. Ha! what glitters here?

[He touches a secret spring, and draws out jewels from

a private drawer.

A royal diadem enriched with stones,

And studded with the fleur-de-lis of France.

[He hands it to his assistant.

Here, take it, Drury; lay it with the rest.

[Exit DRURY.

[And ye have found the means to hide from us

Such costly things, and screen them, until now,

From our inquiring eyes?]

KENNEDY.

Oh, insolent

And tyrant power, to which we must submit.

PAULET.

She can work ill as long as she hath treasures;

For all things turn to weapons in her hands.

KENNEDY (supplicating).

Oh, sir! be merciful; deprive us not

Of the last jewel that adorns our life!

'Tis my poor lady's only joy to view

This symbol of her former majesty;

Your hands long since have robbed us of the rest.

PAULET.

'Tis in safe custody; in proper time

'Twill be restored to you with scrupulous care.

KENNEDY.

Who that beholds these naked walls could say

That majesty dwelt here? Where is the throne?

Where the imperial canopy of state?

Must she not set her tender foot, still used

To softest treading, on the rugged ground?

With common pewter, which the lowliest dame

Would scorn, they furnish forth her homely table.

PAULET.

Thus did she treat her spouse at Stirling once;

And pledged, the while, her paramour in gold.

KENNEDY.

Even the mirror's trifling aid withheld.

PAULET.

The contemplation of her own vain image

Incites to hope, and prompts to daring deeds.

KENNEDY.

Books are denied her to divert her mind.

PAULET.

The Bible still is left to mend her heart.

KENNEDY.

Even of her very lute she is deprived!

PAULET.

Because she tuned it to her wanton airs.

KENNEDY.

Is this a fate for her, the gentle born,

Who in her very cradle was a queen?

Who, reared in Catherine's luxurious court,

Enjoyed the fulness of each earthly pleasure?

Was't not enough to rob her of her power,

Must ye then envy her its paltry tinsel?

A noble heart in time resigns itself

To great calamities with fortitude;

But yet it cuts one to the soul to part

At once with all life's little outward trappings!

PAULET.

These are the things that turn the human heart

To vanity, which should collect itself

In penitence; for a lewd, vicious life,

Want and abasement are the only penance.

KENNEDY.

If youthful blood has led her into error,

With her own heart and God she must account:

There is no judge in England over her.

PAULET.

She shall have judgment where she hath transgressed.

KENNEDY.

Her narrow bonds restrain her from transgression.

PAULET.

And yet she found the means to stretch her arm

Into the world, from out these narrow bonds,

And, with the torch of civil war, inflame

This realm against our queen (whom God preserve).

And arm assassin bands. Did she not rouse

From out these walls the malefactor Parry,

And Babington, to the detested crime

Of regicide? And did this iron grate

Prevent her from decoying to her toils

The virtuous heart of Norfolk? Saw we not

The first, best head in all this island fall

A sacrifice for her upon the block?

[The noble house of Howard fell with him.]

And did this sad example terrify

These mad adventurers, whose rival zeal

Plunges for her into this deep abyss?

The bloody scaffold bends beneath the weight

Of her new daily victims; and we ne'er

Shall see an end till she herself, of all

The guiltiest, be offered up upon it.

Oh! curses on the day when England took

This Helen to its hospitable arms.

KENNEDY.

Did England then receive her hospitably?

Oh, hapless queen! who, since that fatal day

When first she set her foot within this realm,

And, as a suppliant-a fugitive-

Came to implore protection from her sister,

Has been condemned, despite the law of nations,

And royal privilege, to weep away

The fairest years of youth in prison walls.

And now, when she hath suffered everything

Which in imprisonment is hard and bitter,

Is like a felon summoned to the bar,

Foully accused, and though herself a queen,

Constrained to plead for honor and for life.

PAULET.

She came amongst us as a murderess,

Chased by her very subjects from a throne

Which she had oft by vilest deeds disgraced.

Sworn against England's welfare came she hither,

To call the times of bloody Mary back,

Betray our church to Romish tyranny,

And sell our dear-bought liberties to France.

Say, why disdained she to subscribe the treaty

Of Edinborough-to resign her claim

To England's crown-and with one single word,

Traced by her pen, throw wide her prison gates?

No:-she had rather live in vile confinement,

And see herself ill-treated, than renounce

The empty honors of her barren title.

Why acts she thus? Because she trusts to wiles,

And treacherous arts of base conspiracy;

And, hourly plotting schemes of mischief, hopes

To conquer, from her prison, all this isle.

KENNEDY.

You mock us, sir, and edge your cruelty

With words of bitter scorn:-that she should form

Such projects; she, who's here immured alive,

To whom no sound of comfort, not a voice

Of friendship comes from her beloved home;

Who hath so long no human face beheld,

Save her stern gaoler's unrelenting brows;

Till now, of late, in your uncourteous cousin

She sees a second keeper, and beholds

Fresh bolts and bars against her multiplied.

PAULET.

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