Mary Queen of Scots Page #4
It pleases me to see my husband suffer.
His very being has repelled
me for so long now.
But how can a wife
get rid of a husband?
How can I ask you that,
my dear cousin?
I am compelled
to play the dutiful nurse,
surrounded by a fetid smell
that arises not just from his sickness,
but from the wicked thoughts
that plague me.
What are you going to do now?
I don't know.
Careful - the people want
to punish you for what you've done.
I haven't done anything.
Believe ne.
Everything feels so tight!
I'm suffocating.
Some deeds are done
by doing nothing.
Is it such a sin, Rizzio?
I'm pregnant.
I know you must resent
my sudden marriage,
but surely you will appreciate
that a pregnant queen
must he married
to the father of her child.
You cannot imagine
the anger and desperation
I feel to have my new husband blamed
for the murder of my previous one,
but I can declare that we are
innocent a hundred times
and there will still be slanderous
voices condemning us.
You are not leaving too,
my friend?
Urgent business
takes me to France.
Listen, I know my decision to marry
a Protestant displeases you.
But we must remain true to ourselves.
Haven't you taught me that?
Alas, once the wrong gardener
has begun his digging,
there's little that can be done.
To fight them would be madness,
Your Majesty.
I have no wish to fight them.
They must submit to the Royal Lion and
there will be peace again in Scotland.
The Lords send you this, Your Majesty.
They are your sworn enemies.
There will be no single combat,
no negotiations, only surrender.
You must send him away.
You have no other option.
One tree may yet be spared.
Still living in the past?
It must be spring,
Rizzio.
No, winter!
I get confused nowadays.
I lose count of the springs
and the winters.
There were too many of them.
Too many places, too.
Am I dead, Rizzio?
Has she killed me already?
No, you are right.
l am actually more alive than she is.
Too much waiting.
When all she had to do would have been
to invite me for an informal audience.
when you wear that crown?
Oh, it's nothing.
I'll just take it off.
And just look at your hands.
Oh, never mind, I'll just wipe it off.
She can do it! She can chop
off the crown. The hands
been reluctant to meet me.
She made me hope and yearn
with all her letters and promises to meet.
But she is the crowned sovereign now,
and I am just a poor woman,
without a crown, a country, a people.
I can't bear it any longer
I wish she would kill me.
Two great Queens,
caught in a deadly stalemate.
In an endless purgatory.
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