Ah, that’s not true in love; proverbs are never true; they are all made by dullards for the dull, but tell me how shall I win you? Teach me. Like a timid scholar I’ve forgotten all I knew. Will love win love?
Miss Fitton:
Love will keep us when won; I have no philtre for the winning.
Shakespeare:
One thing you must believe: this love is all my life.
Miss Fitton:
I’ll believe it sooner than I confess I do; for I love to hear you say it. A constant lover, you know, touches every woman’s heart.
Shakespeare:
Then I shall win you, sweet!
Miss Fitton: