Anne [softly]. Give me words! God, give me words.
Shakespeare. Sweetheart, you stay the light.
Anne. The pane is cool. She moves to one side. Can you see now?
Shakespeare. That’s better.
The twang of a lute is heard.
Anne. The road dances.
A Voice [singing]. Come with me to London, Folly, come away! I’ll make your fortune On a fine day—
Anne. A stranger with my mother at the gate!
She opens the door to Mrs. Hathaway, who enters.
The Voice [nearer]. Daisy leave and buttercup! Pick your gold and silver up, In London, in London, Oh, London Town!