A great game; and you are a great player, the greatest I shall ever know. [Takes her hand and kisses it.] Of many thousand kisses this poor last. [Exit Miss Fitton.]
Scene IV.
[Burbage, Marston, Dekker and Fletcher burst in.]
Burbage:
Great news, Will, great news! The Queen’ll hear us in “The Merry Wives of Windsor” to-night in full Court. Now use your wit, my lad, and you’ll be Master of the Revels, and our licence’ll be safe and we’ll all come to honour and riches!
Dekker:
He counts his hens in the shell always.
Fletcher [To Shakespeare, humming.]:
“Why so sad, singer, why so sad?
Girls were deceivers ever—