Shakespeare. Madam, I have not slept these five nights. I do not know what you say.
Elizabeth. Or care?
Shakespeare. Or care, Madam, forgive me! God’s pity, Madam, open the door!
Elizabeth. It shall not serve you.
Shakespeare. I know it.
Elizabeth. She has sold you, man.
Shakespeare. I know it. Open the door!
Elizabeth. Come here, my son! Why do I hold you here, think you?
Shakespeare. Marlowe—
Elizabeth. Tell me nothing! I’ll know nothing! Mr. Shakespeare, where is the work I should have from you? Where is the new play? You sold and I bought. Give me my goods! Then go!