Shakespeare. Or did you never love me—where do you point?
Mary. To save ourselves comes first!
Shakespeare. To answer me!
Mary. Fool! Fool! Will you hang? Let go, fool!
Shakespeare. Answer me!
Mary. Will, for the love of living—
Shakespeare. Answer me!
Mary. I never loved you. Are you answered?
Anne’s Voice. Oh— For a month—in the spring—
Shakespeare. Is it a month ago? The trees are not yet metalled with the dust Of summer, that were greening when we two—