More than men dare or dread; we women always lose more than men.
Shakespeare:
So you know love’s penalty—you poor child!
Miss Fitton:
I suffer, if that’s what you mean; but the suffering will pass. My courage rises to the need: the world is wide; the roads run free. What will be, will be. One mistake never ruins a man’s life, and one mistake shall never ruin mine. Next summer the sun will shine again and the air be young and quick; I have no fear. [Turns to go.] Farewell, I’m for the road. [Mistress Fitton turns to go.]
Shakespeare:
You will come back. We shall meet again!
Miss Fitton:
[Turns to the door, and turns back again.] It is hard to say; we’ve played at cross-purposes, Will; but we all wound and are wounded in love’s lists; yet, after all, love is the soul of life.
Shakespeare: