[Shrinks back.] Words, words!
Herbert:
I never meant to hurt you.
Shakespeare:
That’s the Judas curse! They know not what they do; but it’s done. I had two idolatries—my friendship for you; I loved your youth and bravery! And my passion for her, the queen and pearl of women. And now the faith’s dead, the love’s befouled.
Herbert:
In a little while hope will spring again and new love.
Shakespeare:
Never, my summer is past! The leaves shake against the cold.
Herbert: