Mary. Have I not served you?
Elizabeth. All things serve me. They choose their path. I use them in their path.
Mary. As once you used, they say—
Elizabeth. Do not dare! Do not dare!
Mary. Dare, Madam? May I not wonder, like another. Why you have used me thus?
Elizabeth. I used you, dirt, To show a man how foul the dirt can be; But now I brush you from him. The main door opens and Henslowe enters followed by Shakespeare. She beckons to Henslowe. Henslowe!
Henslowe. Madam?
They speak privately for a moment, then Henslowe goes out by the small door.
Mary [to Shakespeare]. You come to cue!
Shakespeare. What has fallen?