MARY [_in his arms_]. Why yes! Had he your key-word--! Sometimes I like him yet, When anger comes in a white lightning flash, Then he’s the man of men still, then with shut eyes I think him you and shiver and I like him, Held roughly in his arms, thinking of you. The Warwick burr is like an afterwards Of thunder when he’s angry, in his speech. MARLOWE. What does he say? MARY. He says he is not jealous! He would not wrong me so, nor wrong himself. Then the sky lightens and we kiss--or kiss not! Who cares? Then in come you. It’s well he thinks you his In friendship-- MARLOWE. So I was. SHAKESPEARE _swings himself noiselessly over the sill._ MARY. And so you are, And have all things in common as friends should. Eh, friend? Oh, stir not! Frowning? If you were a fool-- (How did it run?) you’d let me guess you--jealous! But you’re no fool. MARLOWE. Let’s have no more! You know I loved--I love the man. MARY. Why, so do I. MARLOWE. You shall not! MARY. Then I will not. Not to-night. SHAKESPEARE [_standing by the window_]. Why not to-night, my lover and my friend? _He comes down into the room as they start up._ Will you not give me wine and welcome me? Sit down, sit down--we three have much to say! But tell me first, what does that hand of yours Upon her neck, as there were custom in it? Part! Part, I say! Part! lest I couple you Once and for all! MARY. He’s armed! MARLOWE. He shall not touch you! SHAKESPEARE. You, Marlowe! You! MARLOWE. Stand out of her way! SHAKESPEARE. You! You! MARLOWE. Why then-- MARLOWE _darts at_ SHAKESPEARE _and is thrown off. He staggers against the table, knocking over the candle. As he strikes the second time his arm is knocked up, striking his own forehead. He falls across the bed. There is an instant’s pause, then_ SHAKESPEARE _rushes to him, slipping an arm under his shoulder._ MARY. Dead? Is he dead? Oh, what an end! I never saw a dead man. Will--to me! SHAKESPEARE. Get help! MARY. I dare not. MARLOWE. Oh! SHAKESPEARE. What is it? MARLOWE. Oh! My life, my lovely life, and cast away Untasted, wasted-- Death, let me go! [_He dies._]