Mary: Fellows?
Darnley: Who knows—one, and another, perhaps.
- (Beaton returns)
Beaton: Riccio is in his room, Madam.
- (Beaton goes)
Darnley: Then, who was it?
Mary: Have you any purpose in coming?
Darnley: Who was it?
Mary: A shadow, perhaps.
Darnley: By God!
Mary: The King, then.
Darnley: The King—what king? Who was it?
Mary: You are tiresome.
Darnley: Very well, then—look to it that Riccio's matter is not all.
Mary: Riccio's matter?
Darnley: The settlement with him.
Mary: Why did you come? It was not to see a shadow, or a king, or a fellow, or what you will?
Darnley: I came as a friend to warn you. About treason. Do not shelter it. Lest harm coming to it should soil you, too.
