O, the world hath not a sweeter creature. She might have lain by an emperor’s side. Hang her! I do but say what she is. The public commoner!
Herbert:
Don’t blame her, she’s so young.
Shakespeare:
And so fair! Such courage, strength, wit, grace, gaiety. God! Had she been true one would have pawned the world for her. And now——
Herbert:
You take it too tragic.
Shakespeare:
Too tragic! I have lost all—joy, hope, trust—all gone; my pearl of life; my garden of delight!
Herbert: