RUTH: I see the beloved sister with whom I shared my childhood. The sister who cared for me, and romped with me, who called me Bess’ — and trusted me as I trusted her. Oh, Mary -— Your Majesty — those far off days, when our brother reigned and we were both out of favour; those years of exile and poverty were bitter indeed, but sweetened by the hours we spent together. We were together in spirit in our shared adversity; I have not changed — why have you turned from me? Why cannot you trust me now, as you trusted me then?