Shakespeare [joyfully.] Ah! London Town
He is seen an instant, a silhouette with outstretched arms. Then he, too, disappears and there is a long silence. A cold wind blows in through the open door. The room is quite dark and the fire has fallen to ashes.
Anne [crying out suddenly]. The years—the years before me!
Mrs. Hathaway [calling]. Anne! Where’s Anne? She comes in at the side door. Anne! Anne! Where are you? Why, what do you here, In the cold, in the dark, and all alone?
Anne. I wait.
THE CURTAIN FALLS.