We women are all ape-like in our loves; I catch myself repeating your words like an echo: I wish I had been born a man—Heigh-ho! But there’s another piece of news—
Herbert:
What’s that?
Miss Fitton:
The Queen has heard that Lady Jane Wroth gives her lips too easily: she has locked her up for a month on bread and water.
Herbert:
Joan’s rather pretty, don’t you think? with great child-eyes; but shy—who’s the happy man? Essex or Egerton, I’ll be sworn.
Miss Fitton:
A newer lover, I hear, and one nearer to the Queen’s heart—young William Herbert.
Herbert: