Anne. Now!
Shakespeare. Not yet.
Anne. Now, now!
Shakespeare. I cannot!
Anne. Because you will not. Ever you shut me out.
Shakespeare. How many are there in the listening room?
Anne. We two.
Shakespeare. We three.
Anne. Will!
Shakespeare. Are there not three? Yet swift, Because it is too soon, you shrink from me, Guarding your mystery still; so must I guard My dreams from any touch till they are born.