Mary. Why, Jeweller?
Shakespeare. Then what they say—
Mary. They say? What do they say? And what care I? They say Pembroke?
Shakespeare. They lie! You shall not speak. They lie!
Mary. So little doubt—and you a man! It’s new. It’s sweet. It will not last. We spoke of keys— This heart-key, had I found it, would you buy? Come, tempt me with immortal necklaces! Come, purchase me with ornaments divine!
Shakespeare. I love you—
Mary. Well?
Shakespeare. I love you—
Mary. Is that all?
Shakespeare. I love you so.