Anne. I care not!
Shakespeare. —and you’re ailing.
Anne. Better soon.
Shakespeare. You’ll miss your mother.
Anne. Mothers everywhere Will help a girl. I’m strong.
Shakespeare. It will not do! I have my world to learn, and learn alone. I will not dangle at your apron-strings.
Anne. I’ll be no tie. I’ll be your follower And scarce your wife; but let me go with you!
Shakespeare. If you could see but once, once, with my eyes!
Anne. Will! let me go with you!
Shakespeare. I tell you—no! Leave me to go my way and rule my life After my fashion! I’ll not lean on you Because you’re seven years wiser.