 | Mary Stuart |  |
SCENE THE THIRD.
Mary.Ma.
—Ah wretched me! ... Where am I? ... What, alas!
Can I now do? ... What fury goads him on? ...
Whence can these infamous suspicions rise? ...
In what does he confide? ... In my despised,
Yet, as he deems, my undiminished love? ...
But, if he should attempt? ... Here he must stay ...
If he departs from hence, he will excite,
In every one he meets, hatred for me,
Rather than pity for himself: Heaven knows
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Than that too much I loved him, and too little
Discern'd him as he is. What will now say
The impious sects, accustomed so long time
To rail with bitterest calumnies against me?
These every day increase in strength and numbers ...
Perchance on these the unworthy Henry leans ...
Doubts, difficulties, errors, dangers, fears,
On all sides I discover. To resolve
Is perilous; to hesitate is worse ...
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