Anne [crying out]. I did not.
Shakespeare. Why, did you not look at me As I were God? And for a while I liked it. It fed some weed in me that since has withered; For now I like it not, nor like you for it!
Anne. That is your fate, you change, you must ever be changing, You climb from a boy to a man, from a man to a god, And the god looks back on the man with a smile, and the man on the boy with wonder; But I, I am woman for ever: I change not at all. You hold out your hands to me—heaven: you turn from me—hell; But neither the hell nor the heaven can change me: I love you: I change not at all.
Shakespeare. All this leads not to London, and for London I am resolved: if not to-night—
Anne. To-night?
Shakespeare. As soon as maybe. When the child is born— When will the child be born?
Anne. Soon, soon—
Shakespeare. How soon?
Anne. I think—I do not know—
Shakespeare. In March?