Lennox [defiant]. No shame to love well, my Lady. Are there no priests? And this an Abbey!
Lady Lennox. Boy, go you to your room and leave me talk with my Lady here.
Lennox. I go with Elizabeth to the gallery. When you call, mother, we will come.... [Kisses her hand and goes out with Elizabeth.]
Lady Lennox. A priest! There is time enough....
Countess. How do I know if they will not fly like birds together if we say them “Nay”?
Lady Lennox.... The saints forbid!...
Countess [quickly]. The boy is wild ... for love makes wildlings of men.... It is the only word of wisdom he has said ... that of the priest.
Lady Lennox. Great Heaven!...
Countess. Young fools.... Yet, if we part them ... shall not our consciences give us everlasting punishment?
Lady Lennox. True, true.... The girl is very gentle, my Lady.... There is a look in her eye that.... And he is very ripe for love. [The Countess punctuates her speeches with sympathetic gestures.] And I have seen much sorrow, and the House of Lennox dies ... with Charles.