Henslowe. Your wife’s too ill—
Shakespeare. Too ill to stand, yet not too ill to— [Aside] Anne! Why does he stare? What have you told my friend?
Anne. Your friend!
Shakespeare. My friend!
Anne. This once-met Londoner! What does he want of you, in spite of me? This bribing tramp, this palpable decoy—
Shakespeare. Be silent in my house before my friends! Be silent!
Anne. This your friend!
Shakespeare. Silent, I say!
Anne. I will not! Blows? Would you do that to me, Husband?
Shakespeare. I never touched you!