MURRAY.
It were the best if you could make that sure.
QUEEN.
There is one way. Look, sir, he shall not do it:
Shall not, or will not, either is one way;
I speak as I would have you understand.
MURRAY.
Let me not guess at you; speak certainly.
QUEEN.
You will not mind me: let him be removed;
Take means to get me surety; there be means.
MURRAY.
So, in your mind, I have to slay the man?
QUEEN.
Is there a mean for me to save the man?
MURRAY.
Truly I see no mean except your love.
QUEEN.
What love is that, my lord? what think you of,
Talking of love and of love's mean in me
And of your guesses and of slaying him?
Why, I say nought, have nought to say: God help me!
I bid you but take surety of the man,
Get him removed.
MURRAY.
Come, come, be clear with me;
You bid me to despatch him privily.
QUEEN.
God send me sufferance! I bid you, sir?
Nay, do not go; what matter if I did?
Nathless I never bade you; no, by God.
Be not so wroth; you are my brother born;
Why do you dwell upon me with such eyes?
For love of God you should not bear me hard.