Miss Fitton:
Ah, love is easy when one can trust. I must tell you something, though I hate to: I’m very jealous.
Shakespeare:
You, jealous!
Miss Fitton:
[Nods her head.] Jane Wroth told us of the dance at the Globe Theatre, and I was angry; that’s why I did not go to Lady Rutland’s to meet you. I was jealous, mad!
Shakespeare:
You had no reason. I was not at the dance. I came past you here and wandered in Chelsea meadows.
Miss Fitton:
In truth? How strange!