Shakespeare:
Mary—Mary Fitton. A great woman.
Drayton:
And beautiful!
Shakespeare:
When she left me my hopes went down for ever. Strange! At first I didn’t suffer much; it’s the scratches hurt, not the death-wound; but as the years went on I suffered: it was always ill with me here about my heart—
Yet I see now she was a wonderful piece of work—a great woman—she made me sound the depths.
Jonson:
And Pembroke? He didn’t touch you so nearly?
Shakespeare: