Shakespeare:
You must not think that, Violet, nor say it. It’s your love breeds those fears.
Violet:
[Pouting.] Why did you not put me in this play?
Shakespeare:
I did: you know I did. You were Jessica, happy, loving Jessica, and I, Lorenzo, ran away with you and talked of music and the stars by moonlight in front of Portia’s house.
Violet:
How kind you are! What a pity you don’t love me! But then love is always one-sided, they say. Ah, some day—— Who’s Portia?
Shakespeare:
Portia?