Will Shakespeare: An Invention in Four ActsDane, Clemence
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Will Shakespeare: An Invention in Four Acts
Dane, Clemence
Dramatists -- Drama; Historical drama; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Drama
MARY. Heartless god! Poor heart!
Yet if this key--(is there indeed a key?)
SHAKESPEARE. No lock without a key, nor heart, nor heart.
MARY. --were found one day and strung with other keys
Upon my ring?
SHAKESPEARE. With other--?
MARY. Keys of hearts!
What else?
Tucked in the casket where my mortals lie--
Sick pearl, flawed emerald, brooch or coronet--
SHAKESPEARE. God!
MARY. Why, Jeweller?
SHAKESPEARE. Then what they say--
MARY. They say?
What do they say? And what care I? They say Pembroke?
SHAKESPEARE. They lie! You shall not speak. They lie!
MARY. So little doubt--and you a man! It’s new.
It’s sweet. It will not last. We spoke of keys--
This heart-key, had I found it, would you buy?
Come, tempt me with immortal necklaces!
Come, purchase me with ornaments divine!
SHAKESPEARE. I love you--
MARY. Well?
SHAKESPEARE. I love you--
MARY. Is that all?
SHAKESPEARE. I love you so.
MARY. Why, that’s a common cry,
I hear it daily, like the London cries,
“Old chairs to mend!” or “Sweet, sweet lavender!”
Is this your string of pearls, sixteen a penny?
SHAKESPEARE. D’you laugh at me? I mean it.
MARY. So do they all.
Buy! Buy my lavender! Lady, it’s cheap--
It’s sweet--new cut--I starve--for Christ’s sake, buy!
They mean it, all the hoarse-throat, hungry men
That sell me lavender, that sell me love.
SHAKESPEARE. I put my wares away. I do not sell.
MARY. O pedlar! I had half a mind to buy.
SHAKESPEARE. Too late.
MARY. Open your pack again! What haste!
What--not a trinket left me, not a pin
For a poor lady? Does not the offer hold?
SHAKESPEARE. You did not close.
MARY. I will.
SHAKESPEARE. Withdrawn! Withdrawn!
MARY. Renew!
SHAKESPEARE. Too late.
MARY. You know your business best;
Yet--what care I?
SHAKESPEARE. Or I? Yet--never again
To buy and sell with you!
MARY. Never again.
Heigh-ho! I sighed, sir.
SHAKESPEARE. Yes, I heard you sigh.
MARY. And smiled. At court, sir--
SHAKESPEARE. Yes, they buy and sell
At court. But I know better--give and take!
MARY [_evading him_].
What will you give me if I let you take?
SHAKESPEARE. If you will come with me into my mind--
How shall I say it? Still you’ll laugh at me!
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