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 Darnley: I? Swear? Oh, yes, I swear.

Mary (softly): No, Riccio, I will go. (She moves, across to the door. Then, loudly—) Go, Riccio. See what they want. Your cloak—it's cold beyond.
 * (She takes up cloak, and throws it round her., watching her almost in a dreadful hope, creeps away from the door. She is about to move out when  stops her)

Beaton: Madam, this is wildness. Either it is nothing, or you take on a danger that you must not. (To ) Why may they not come in here?

Darnley (indifferently): I know nothing, I tell you. If the Queen wills.

Mary: Very well. Go, Riccio.

Riccio: Is it safe?

Beaton: They would not dare, at the Queen's door.

Mary: Go. There can be nothing to fear. And we do not govern fate.


 * ( goes out.  moves across to the door. He locks it and takes the key)