[Pouting.] Do you believe people must like their opposites in colour and height and——
Shakespeare:
Such a difference is only one strand in the tie; and in a true marriage the mind, I think, is more than the body.
Miss Fitton:
Of course the mind and character have something to do with it—the sauce to the sweet: but the body’s the sweet.
Shakespeare:
When I am with you, I think so too. I cannot reason now, I can only feel. I saw you yesterday for the first time, a few poor minutes; and now you are with me again and time is fleeting. Oh, I want fifty eyes to take in your beauties, fifty ears to catch the music of your voice, fifty hands to touch you, fifty lives to show you how I love——
Miss Fitton:
[Draws up.] Love! love is not so sudden-mad—But hush! [She takes up a mirror to hide her face; Shakespeare masks; a page crosses stage rapidly from L. to R.]
Miss Fitton: