[He bows his head.] Yes.
Mistress Hall:
I hope you have given something good to mother in it. She’s been so good to us.
Shakespeare:
[Opens his eyes.] Yes.
Mistress Hall:
Years ago she may have been jealous; but she has never left us for an hour. You must forgive, you know, if you hope for forgiveness.
Shakespeare:
[Very low voice.] I know.
Mistress Hall: