Violet:
[Moving to him and giving her mouth.] Am I so late? Did I wrong to come?
Shakespeare:
No, no!
Violet:
There was such a crowd I did not dare to come at first, and yet I could not stay away; I could not. I wanted to tell you how wonderful it all was.
Shakespeare:
I am glad it pleased you.
Violet:
“Pleased me!” What poor, cold words. The play was entrancing; but you were the Merchant, were you not? And so sad. Why are you always sad now?