- (The candle gutters out)
- (She throws the window open to the balcony)
- (Voices as of a dream are heard beyond. Mary stands listening)
First Voice: It's a damned silly song. What's it all about . . .
Second Voice: Look at this queen. She tells you, doesn't she, doesn't she?
First Voice: What does a dead queen know about me? You talk nonsense. The moon has your wits; you're like that crazy singer out there. Mary Stuart can tell me nothing, I say.
- (Mary goes along the balcony, out of sight)
My God! What's that?
The Voice of Mary: Boy, I can tell you everything.
the curtain falls
