[Half turning to door.] I can go.
Shakespeare:
You fiend! [Goes to her and takes her head in his hands, holds it back, and kisses her on the lips again and again.] Kiss me! Put your arms round me. Ah! [Takes a long breath.] What a wretch you are! I was afraid you had forgotten altogether and would not come!
Miss Fitton:
It was hard to come. [Throws open her cloak, shows her dress.] See, I was on duty. Jane Wroth was ill: I had to take her place: as soon as I was free I threw on this cloak and hat and came. I didn’t wait even to tire myself: [Pats her hair.] I must be hideous.
Shakespeare:
You were to have come on Monday and didn’t come: for hours I walked to and fro outside the Court—madness and I—a pretty pair—you would do well to fear us. But now—take off that hat and cloak.
Miss Fitton:
[Takes off the hat; takes up a hand-glass and looks at herself; lays it down.] I must be gone soon.
Shakespeare: