Perhaps: all women want to love and be loved. Men desire beauty, wealth, power, honours; we want nothing but love, love only: love is our religion. You see the doublet and hose have not changed my disposition. But Lady Cynthia will be here soon—— [Rises.]
Shakespeare:
When am I to see you again and where? I only live for the hope of seeing you, and now I’ve been with you and said nothing—nothing!
Miss Fitton:
Hist! [Moves behind the spinet again: Shakespeare follows. Lady Jane Wroth and Lady Rutland cross stage from L.C. to L.]
Lady Jane Wroth:
Oh, Lord Herbert is wonderful. As he came from the Queen he met me at the door of the antechamber: I stopped to let him pass: he drew me to him and kissed me on the lips. I could not help it. Do you think he means anything?
Lady Rutland:
Not he. Herbert! He means you are a girl and pretty. Take care, Jane; broken hearts come from such kissings.
Lady Jane Wroth: