Chastelard, a tragedy

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.