MARY SEYTON.
Indeed I would fain do her any good.
Shall I not take some gracious word to her?

QUEEN.
Bid her not come or wait on me to-day.

MARY SEYTON.
Will you see him?

QUEEN.
See--O, this Chastelard?
He doth not well to sing maids into shame;
And folk are sharp here; yet for sweet friends' sake
Assuredly I 'll see him. I am not wroth.
A goodly man, and a good sword thereto--
It may be he shall wed her. I am not wroth.

MARY SEYTON.
Nay, though she bore with him, she hath no great love,
I doubt me, that way.

QUEEN.
God mend all, I pray--
And keep us from all wrongdoing and wild words.
I think there is no fault men fall upon
But I could pardon. Look you, I would swear
She were no paramour for any man,
So well I love her.