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 "And in the evening they will return: grin like a dog, and will go about the city. . . .  Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing: for thou, O God, art my refuge, and my merciful God."


 * ( goes and closes the book.  She stands at the desk, her back to the door.  appears)

Bothwell: Madam.

Mary (half turning): My lord.

Bothwell: You sent for me.

Mary: You were not seen to come?

Bothwell: No. Not that I care for all their eyes.

Mary: But you must. I have small reason to cherish security, I know; that is past. But this would confuse things too much. They will destroy me, but I will not help them too generously. So this must not be known.

Bothwell: I understand.

Mary: Will you help me?

Bothwell: Madam, I have no interest but to please myself. To please you is that.

Mary: Darnley threatens Riccio.

Bothwell: Shall I trip Darnley? But why