Mary Queen of Scots Page #2

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capable of stirring my blood

or touching my heart.

But I sense adventurous times ahead.

My brother arrives early.

I thought him still in England.

Take charge of them, Rizzio!

I will take care of Darnley.

Am I not right?

Have I not the right

to choose whoever I want.

I, too, shall be free,

free to stand by my own choices.

Oh my dear sister,

I must confess I'm not completely

satisfied with my new husband.

I'm worried about his extreme views.

I assure you that I will curb his

fanatical plots against your kingdom.

Likewise I hope I can count on you

to disarm my treacherous lords

and stifle their fanatical plots against me.

The heir to both of our kingdoms

is growing safely within me

and we must not' (e? anyone harm him.

If you support the Protestant church

financially, that will demonstrate

- tolerance.

- And you will appease them.

Above all, it will heal

this country's wounds.

It would be unwise

to provoke her at this stage.

Don't tell me how

to communicate with my cousin!

Little one. ..

Don'? be frightened.

Mama will do everything

lam a prisoner now, dear cousin.

cannot believe this is happening to me.

The child of this traitor

is growing within me

and I do no'! know

how to bring it to safety.

How will I know

when I'm really in labour?

You will know.

You will know.

You will know.

- Should I call Lord Darnley?

- Certainly not.

How can I possibly maintain a pose

as serene and confident as you,

when inside I feel like screaming?

You cannot know what it feels like

to be a mother surrounded by vipers.

Maybe you are right' never to marry.

My dearest sister,

we must work together

since the birth of my son

is a chance for both of us.

It is truly our son,

since the future of our one day

united kingdoms rests on his shoulders.

I want you to know

that I love you.

You can be absolutely certain that

the future King will be in good hands.

I was hit by the the sudden realization

that he's always been right by my side.

I've wasted so much time,

but must it now be too late?

Oh, no, it must be stopped immediaiely,

that way spells disaster.

In my end will be my beginning.

This country is torn

between two faiths.

This will foster

yet more ill-will,

more misfortune and discord.

Idiot.

All the years I longed to touch your hands

and all l get is a lump of gold.

You look splendid, De Croc.

My apologies for these severe words

of disappointment my dear Elizabeth.

I find myself consumed

with an immense sadness,

though the Royal baptism should he

the occasion for great joy.

If you were here, you would see

l put on a good show.

I do not think anyone in Scotland

has seen anything like I'?!

Everything has turned out well.

I have a healthy son

and a secure future.

Yet the woman within me

is not satisfied.

I'm besieged by a new force

that I do not know how to meet.

Should I surrender or should I resist?

Can I count on my ancestors?

Much depends

on the gardeners you choose.

A poor choice can ruin your plantation.

Keep that in mind and your

young apple tree shall flourish.

Never has it been like this before.

I have found something

i never dared hope for.

I know everyone will turn

against me and condemn me.

Don't call it sin.

It is true I conceived

a child with my husband

but' nothing has prepared me for this,

a new realm,

where lam transformed

info something wondrous.

I've always had to make

my own decisions

and act on my own instincts.

You're not alone any more,

I dare say, Your Majesty.

I've been waiting all my life

for a man like you.

For him I have risked

dignity and conscience,

For his sake I have come to regard

my friends as less than nothing.

For his sake I would fain

renounce the world,

I would gladly die

that he might rise.

It pleases me to see my husband suffer.

His very being has repelled

me for so long now.

But how can a wife

get rid of a husband?

How can I ask you that,

my dear cousin?

I am compelled

to play the dutiful nurse,

surrounded by a fetid smell

that arises not just from his sickness,

but from the wicked thoughts

that plague me.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know.

Careful - the people want

to punish you for what you've done.

I haven't done anything.

Believe ne.

Everything feels so tight!

I'm suffocating.

Some deeds are done

by doing nothing.

Is it such a sin, Rizzio?

I'm pregnant.

I know you must resent

my sudden marriage,

but surely you will appreciate

that a pregnant queen

must he married

to the father of her child.

You cannot imagine

the anger and desperation

I feel to have my new husband blamed

for the murder of my previous one,

but I can declare that we are

innocent a hundred times

and there will still be slanderous

voices condemning us.

You are not leaving too,

my friend?

Urgent business

takes me to France.

Listen, I know my decision to marry

a Protestant displeases you.

But we must remain true to ourselves.

Haven't you taught me that?

Alas, once the wrong gardener

has begun his digging,

there's little that can be done.

To fight them would be madness,

Your Majesty.

They vastly outnumber you.

I have no wish to fight them.

They must submit to the Royal Lion and

there will be peace again in Scotland.

The Lords send you this, Your Majesty.

They are your sworn enemies.

There will be no single combat,

no negotiations, only surrender.

You must send him away.

You have no other option.

One tree may yet be spared.

Still living in the past?

It must be spring,

Rizzio.

No, winter!

I get confused nowadays.

I lose count of the springs

and the winters.

There were too many of them.

Too many places, too.

Am I dead, Rizzio?

Has she killed me already?

No, you are right.

l am actually more alive than she is.

Too much waiting.

When all she had to do would have been

to invite me for an informal audience.

How could she invite you

when you wear that crown?

Oh, it's nothing.

I'll just take it off.

And just look at your hands.

Oh, never mind, I'll just wipe it off.

She can do it! She can chop

off the crown. The hands

For all these years she has

been reluctant to meet me.

She made me hope and yearn

with all her letters and promises to meet.

But she is the crowned sovereign now,

and I am just a poor woman,

without a crown, a country, a people.

I can't bear it any longer

I wish she would kill me.

Two great Queens,

caught in a deadly stalemate.

In an endless purgatory.

No way out,

until one of you fades away.

This could go on forever.

Stay!

Don't go;

Please don't leave me alone!

Don't hesitate to do

what has to be done.

I would only be too pleased to get out

of this bed and face your headsman.

But though your men

badger you incessantly,

you will still vacillate endlessly

before taking up the quill

and ending our correspondence.

And when that secret

moment finally comes,

will you then have

the courage to face me?

With or without you by my side,

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