[To Jonson.] Oh, please! you must not make him talk; it was the talk last night gave father the fever. Doctor Hall says talk excites him even more than wine.
Jonson:
Then we must go, Shakespeare, but I never thought we’d go so sadly. I can only hope now that the illness will be short and that you will soon be yourself again.
[Shakespeare droops and does not answer.
Judith Shakespeare:
I must get your medicine, father. [She goes out.
Shakespeare:
[Half wandering.] So she’s well and married. I’m glad!
Jonson:
Who?