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 Let me go back to France—Your Majesty can contrive it. I must go.

Mary: Go.


 * ( rises and hesitates)

Go. Stay in your room. You shall not be forgotten. Go, I say.


 * ( goes, lamentably)

Beaton: Madam, Madam.

Mary: The measuring is bad, bad. There are matters that the mind must leave. Could you find my lord Bothwell, do you think?

Beaton: I will try.

Mary: If you will. Or stay, send to Randolph first. Ask him to come here. When he goes, find Bothwell if you can.


 * ( goes. unlocks a cabinet, and takes out a picture of Elizabeth, in a jewelled frame, and a paper.  The picture she places conspicuously on the top of the cabinet, the paper on the table.  Then from the cabinet she takes a small green cloth case, which also she places on the table.  She locks the cabinet, and stands on the far side from the door.  returns)