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 Riccio: What's that? Why does he sing that, under the window?

Mary: It's a brave house for a queen, Beaton, isn't it?

Darnley (from below): There's more yet.


 * (He sings again)

Is there a scullion greedy For a crown and a queen's kiss...


 * ( takes a pitcher of wine and, moving to the window, empties it at a venture)

Darnley: Curse you—you harlot—you shall see—.
 * (His voice fades away; stands, holding the pitcher)

Mary: The daughter of France. Pupil of Ronsard. Queen of Scotland.


 * ( rushes in, his face and clothes dripping with wine)

Darnley: Do you think I will be used so—not by any queen in Christendom.

Mary: Do we talk of using?


 * (She replaces the pitcher)