She slips into the room. Shakespeare stands at the half open door watching.
Another. There’s the boy back. Make him sing it!
Mary. I’m to fetch more wine first.
The Man. Sing another verse!
Another. If Love and I should meet, I’ll catch her to me—
Another. Luck, you fool, not love!
Another. Where’s the difference? If you’re in love you’re in luck.
Another. Here, stop the boy!
Mary. Let me pass, gentlemen!