Mary Beaton monologue (Act 4) — Chastelard, a Tragedy

Madam, for me I would not have him live; Mine own heart's life was ended with my fame, And my life's breath will shortly follow them; So that I care not much; for you wot well I have lost love and shame and fame and all To no good end; nor while he had his life Have I got good of him that was my love, Save that for courtesy (which may God quit) He kissed me once as one might kiss for love Out of great pity for me; saving this, He never did me grace in all his life. And when you have slain him, madam, it may be I shall get grace of him in some new way In a new place, if God have care of us.