[To Shakespeare.] My sister’s downstairs and wants to know if you have altered the will.
Shakespeare:
[Wearily lying back.] Yes—yes. Ask her to come up. [Judith goes to door and calls.]
Mistress Hall:
[Comes in. To Judith.] How tired he looks! Run at once for my husband, see if you can bring him: I think he’s very ill. [Judith hurries to the door and goes. Shakespeare lies with his eyes shut. Mistress Hall goes to him.] Do you hear me, father?
Shakespeare:
[With closed eyes.] Yes.
Mistress Hall:
You have altered the will?
Shakespeare: