So!
Herbert:
It wasn’t all my fault——
Shakespeare:
[Taking hold of him, and watching his face.] Not your fault! What? She tempted you—[Herbert nods]—and who could resist her? she tempted you! Oh, let her rot and perish and be damned; the foul thing! I am cold with loathing.
Herbert:
I don’t want to put the blame on her; it all came naturally; but you must not think I went about with intent to deceive you.
Shakespeare:
She tempted you; when? The first time you saw her; the very night I asked you to plead for me?
Herbert: