Mrs. Hathaway. I bring you news.
Shakespeare. Good news?
Mrs. Hathaway. It’s as you take it.
Shakespeare. Dead?
Mrs. Hathaway. Is that good news, my half son? She is not so blessed.
Shakespeare. I did not say it so. Is she with you?
Mrs. Hathaway. No.
Shakespeare. Did she send you? Oh, so she has heard of this business! It’s like her to send you now. She is to take her toll of it, is she?
Mrs. Hathaway. You are bitter, you are bitter! You are the east wind of your own spring sunshine. She has heard nothing of this business or of that—dark lady.
Shakespeare. Take care!