Shakespeare:
I have always loved to be alone. In unfrequented woods I used to build myself a world of dreams and hold a court of fancied creatures. But now the dreams have changed to memories; you come to me and I recall your words and looks and beauties; kiss your hands and eyes and lips. Oh, my thought-world is paradise with you as goddess-queen.
Miss Fitton:
You must never make me jealous. Heal that at once as you would heal a pain of mine. It makes some women love more, I think; it would kill all love in me. I am too proud to endure its sting.
Shakespeare:
I will never give you cause, sweet, for jealousy, never! I love your pride too well.
Miss Fitton:
[Rising and going to the spinet.] You promised me a song. Did you forget?
Shakespeare:
[Following her.] Could I forget a promise to you! [He puts the roll on the spinet before her.]