Mary. I came and I can go.
Shakespeare. Mary! [There is a clatter of hoofs.]
Mary. D’you hear? Horses! What do they seek? You, Marlowe, me?
Shakespeare. This they call conscience.
Mary. Take your hand away! I’ll slip through yet; nor shall you follow me; You had your chance. Listen! A boy was here; One Francis Archer. Say it after me— No woman, but a boy, a stranger to you!
Shakespeare. Strange to me, Mary.
There is a sound of voices in the yard.
Mary. If you hold me now I’ll scream and swear you stabbed him as he slept, They’re drinking still. [She opens the door.]
Voices [in the outer room]. Hey, boy! Ho, boy! Heel and toe, boy! Who’ll have a drink with me?
Mary. If you should get away. Send me no message, come not near me! Now!