Chastelard, a Tragedy.

by Algernon Charles Swinburne.

PERSONS.

MARY STUART.

MARY BEATON.

MARY SEYTON.

MARY CARMICHAEL.

MARY HAMILTON.

PIERRE DE BOSCOSEL DE CHASTELARD.

DARNLEY.

MURRAY.

RANDOLPH.

MORTON.

LINDSAY.

FATHER BLACK.

Guards, Burgesses, a Preacher, Citizens, &c.

Another Yle is there toward the Northe, in the See Occean, where that ben fulle cruele and ful evele Wommen of Nature: and thei han precious Stones in hire Eyen; and their ben of that kynde, that zif they beholden ony man, thei slen him anon with the beholdynge, as dothe the Basilisk.

MAUNDEVILE'S Voiage and Travaile, Ch. xxviii.

I DEDICATE THIS PLAY, AS A PARTIAL EXPRESSION OF REVERENCE AND GRATITUDE, TO THE CHIEF OF LIVING POETS; TO THE FIRST DRAMATIST OF HIS AGE; TO THE GREATEST EXILE, AND THEREFORE TO THE GREATEST MAN OF FRANCE; TO VICTOR HUGO.

ACT I.

MARY BEATON.

SCENE I.--The Upper Chamber in Holyrood.

The four MARIES.

MARY BEATON (sings):--

1.

Le navire Est a l'eau; Entends rire Ce gros flot Que fait luire Et bruire Le vieux sire Aquilo.

2.

Dans l'espace Du grand air Le vent passe Comme un fer; Siffle et sonne, Tombe et tonne, Prend et donne A la mer.

3.

Vois, la brise Tourne au nord, Et la bise Souffle et mord Sur ta pure Chevelure Qui murmure Et se tord.

MARY HAMILTON.

You never sing now but it makes you sad; Why do you sing?

MARY BEATON.

I hardly know well why; It makes me sad to sing, and very sad To hold my peace.

MARY CARMICHAEL.

I know what saddens you.

MARY BEATON.

Prithee, what? what?

MARY CARMICHAEL.

Why, since we came from France, You have no lover to make stuff for songs.

MARY BEATON.

You are wise; for there my pain begins indeed, Because I have no lovers out of France.

MARY SEYTON.

I mind me of one Olivier de Pesme, (You knew him, sweet,) a pale man with short hair, Wore tied at sleeve the Beaton color.

MARY CARMICHAEL.

Blue-- I know, blue scarfs. I never liked that knight.

MARY HAMILTON.

Me? I know him? I hardly knew his name.

Black, was his hair? no, brown.

MARY SEYTON.

Light pleases you: I have seen the time brown served you well enough.

MARY CARMICHAEL.

Lord Darnley's is a mere maid's yellow.

MARY HAMILTON.

No, A man's, good color.

MARY SEYTON.

Ah, does that burn your blood?

Why, what a bitter color is this read That fills your face! if you be not in love, I am no maiden.