No. His was the poison of daily life; the small, hard nature, the low betrayal. It was well to forget him. But she was too great to be forgotten. There was something immortal in her, and I loved her.
Jonson:
I wonder you did not kill them both.
Shakespeare:
No, no, Jonson: that is your nature, your violent nature. We all must suffer through the best in us: the mother through her child; the lover through his love; the wise through his wisdom—these are the growing pains of our humanity.
Judith Shakespeare:
[Enters again with medicine in her hand.] Now, father, you must take this medicine. Sir [to Drayton], the doctor says that father must be kept very quiet.
Jonson:
[Taking Shakespeare’s hand.] Then, Shakespeare, all good wishes and we go. Farewell, old friend, farewell.
Drayton: