[Holding his hands away by the wrists.] I’m very proud, you know, and want the truth always. I’d never forgive you if you deceived me.
Shakespeare:
Who could deceive you? Give me your love and I’ll be true as hand to heart. [She puts her hand on his shoulder: he lays his hand on her outstretched arm and gazes in her eyes.] Your beauty comes upon my soul like music ravishing the sense. How I adore you. [Kneels.] You make me humble: I seem a thing of naught and you a Queen—divine—[She stoops and kisses his forehead; in a sort of exaltation he cries:] Now life begins anew for me; this hour is consecrate——
Miss Fitton:
[Putting her finger to her lips and glancing at the canopy.] You must go and so must I. Hush! Farewell. [Goes off, L.C. Shakespeare looks after her, takes a step as if to follow her, and then goes off hurriedly L.]
Scene X.
Herbert:
[Enters, R.; walks to Raleigh.] Was my name taken to the Queen, Captain?
Raleigh:
[Very courteously.] Yes, my lord, some time since, when first you entered.