Henslowe. What! a woman play on the stage?
Mary. Ay, when the men fail! Quick! I say I’ll do it!
Shakespeare [entering]. Here still? You’ve heard?
Mary [on the threshold]. And heeded. Never stop me! You shall have Juliet. You shall have your play.
She and Henslowe hurry out.
Marlowe. There goes a man’s master! But does she know the part?
Shakespeare. She knows each line, she knows each word, she breathed them Into my heart long ere I wrote them down.
Marlowe. But to act! Can you trust her?
Shakespeare. She? Go and watch! I need not.
Marlowe. But is it in her? She’s Julia not Juliet, not your young Juliet, not your June morning—or is she?