Shakespeare:
Never too much, you great heart! You unveil your soul, and the beauty of it fills me with reverence. [Takes her in his arms.]
Miss Fitton:
You do love me, then? You are sure?
Shakespeare:
Very sure.
Miss Fitton:
You will love me always?
Shakespeare:
Always. I loved you before we met, always, through dateless ages. I never loved before, shall never love again. You were made for me. I love your courage, truth, pride, and most of all I love you when you yield. [They kiss.]