Midnight!
Miss Fitton:
[Listening.] Hush.
Shakespeare:
To-night, at mid of night. Ah, now I know that men are richer than the gods. Midnight!
Miss Fitton:
Hark! They are coming! Quick! [Shakespeare kisses her hand and hurries up the stage, L. A bevy of girls enter, C., talking, accompanied by gallants and preceded by Lacy.]
Scene IV.
Lacy:
[As Shakespeare passes.] Ho, Ho! Master Shakespeare doth fly from yon miracle of Nature, as from a dire portent. Methought her most brave strain of wit, and peremptory grace, would have charmed your nice fastidity.