What do you mean? You can’t love us both.
Miss Fitton:
He dominates me and I you. He hurts me and I hurt you, and yet I can’t bear you not to love me. I do love you, Will, really; you heal me when he has bruised me. You make me proud again and he humiliates me. I don’t want to see him ever again. But I don’t want him in prison, and I know I can ask you to help him. I wouldn’t ask any other man; but you I can ask; you are the soul of kindness.
Shakespeare:
Why did you give him my tablets?
Miss Fitton:
I gave him more—much more. And now I have to face——
Shakespeare:
“More?”
Miss Fitton: