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 Riccio: I shall remember her always.

Mary: Safely at least, I hope, David.

Riccio: But I have no choice in going, Madam?

Mary: None. Life will be none the more civil for your loss, I will say that. Now sing to me for the last time, David.

Riccio (singing): Green shoots we break the morning earth And flourish in the morning's breath: We leave the agony of birth And soon are all midway to death.

While yet the summer of her year Brings life her marvels, she can see Far off the rising dust, and hear The footfall of her enemy.


 * (As he is ending, the handle of the door is turned, and then there is a loud knock)

Mary: What's that?


 * (The knocking is repeated. and  rise)

(To ): See what it is.