Jonson:
[To drawer.] Bring me inkhorn and paper: I would write.
Drawer:
[Wiping the table.] Coming, sir, coming!
[Exit drawer.]
Enter Shakespeare.
Scene IV.
Jonson:
[Watching him.] What is it? Will: what is it? You wander in and out like one becrazed—The poisoned dart of old Virgil—Eh? Yet surely you won your beauty?
Shakespeare: