Play on Words

full length · drama

Mary Stuart: A Tragedy

18 roles (0M / 0F / 18 any) · approx 198–273 minutes · 5 acts

Royalty-free Public domain — free to read, perform, and adapt. No licence needed.

Characters

Mary lead 166 speeches
Mortimer supporting 136 speeches
Elizabeth supporting 133 speeches
Burleigh supporting 109 speeches
Leicester supporting 103 speeches
Paulet supporting 79 speeches
Kennedy supporting 57 speeches
Melvil minor 42 speeches
Davison minor 33 speeches
Shrewsbury minor 24 speeches
Aubespine minor 16 speeches
Kent minor 11 speeches
O'Kelly minor 10 speeches
Talbot minor 9 speeches
Curl minor 9 speeches
Bellievre minor 5 speeches
Page minor 5 speeches
Officer minor 3 speeches

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Enter BURLEIGH.

Burleigh. (bowing his knee before the QUEEN) Long life and glory to my royal mistress, And may all enemies of her dominions End like this Stuart.

[SHREWSBURY hides his face. DAVIDSON wrings his hands in despair.

Elizabeth. Speak, my lord; did you From me receive the warrant?

Burleigh. No, my queen; From Davison.

Elizabeth. And did he in my name Deliver it?

Burleigh. No, that I cannot say.

Elizabeth. And dared you then to execute the writ Thus hastily, nor wait to know my pleasure? Just was the sentence--we are free from blame Before the world; yet it behooved thee not To intercept our natural clemency. For this, my lord, I banish you my presence; And as this forward will was yours alone Bear you alone the curse of the misdeed!

[To DAVISON.

For you, sir; who have traitorously o'erstepped The bounds of your commission, and betrayed A sacred pledge intrusted to your care, A more severe tribunal is prepared: Let him be straight conducted to the Tower, And capital arraignments filed against him. My honest Talbot, you alone have proved, 'Mongst all my counsellors, an upright man: You shall henceforward be my guide--my friend.

Shrewsbury. Oh! banish not the truest of your friends; Nor cast those into prison, who for you Have acted; who for you are silent now. But suffer me, great queen, to give the seal, Which, these twelve years, I've borne unworthily, Back to your royal hands, and take my leave.

Elizabeth. (surprised) No, Shrewsbury; you surely would not now Desert me? No; not now.

Shrewsbury. Pardon, I am Too old, and this right hand is growing too stiff To set the seal upon your later deeds.

Elizabeth. Will he forsake me, who has saved my life?

Shrewsbury. 'Tis little I have done: I could not save Your nobler part. Live--govern happily! Your rival's dead! Henceforth you've nothing more To fear--henceforth to nothing pay regard.

[Exit.

Elizabeth. (to the EARL of KENT, who enters) Send for the Earl of Leicester.

Kent. He desires To be excused--he is embarked for France.

The Curtain drops.

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