 | Mary Stuart |  |
SCENE THE SECOND.
Mary.Ma.
Ye lying demagogues of the blind vulgar,
Ye instigators of an impious sect,
Must I be doom'd eternally to hear
Your arrogant harangues?—Of all the griefs
That plant the throne, on which I sit, with thorns,
These are the hardest to endure: yet I
Am forced to endure them, till my tarnished throne
Resume, by my means, all its original brightness.
| Mary Stuart | |