MARY. What now? Rouse up! Delay Is dangerous. Wake! Wake! What shall we do? SHAKESPEARE. O trumpet of the angels lent to a boy, Could I not spare you for the golden blast, For the great sound’s sake? What have I done? ANNE’S VOICE. Ah! Done The thing you would not do-- MARY. Rouse! Rouse yourself! What now? ANNE’S VOICE. Remember-- SHAKESPEARE. Hark! A sigh! MARY. The wind Keening the night-- SHAKESPEARE. A sound of weeping-- MARY. Rain. Is this a time for visions? White-cheeked day Stares through the pane. Each minute is an eye Opening upon us. What shall we do now? SHAKESPEARE. Weep, clamorous harlot! We have given him death, And shall we dock his rights of death, his peace Upon his bed, his sun of hair smoothed, hands Crossed decently by me, his friend? Close you His eyes with kisses, lest I kill you too! Give him his due, I say! his woman’s tears! You were his woman--oh, deny it not! You were his woman. Pay him what you owe! MARY. What? Do you glove my clean hand with your stain, Red fingers? Soft! This is your kill, not mine! My free soul is not sticky with your sins. _You_ pinch your lips? _You_ singe me with your tongue? Your country lilac that you left for me Taught you strange names for a woman. Harlot? I? Sweep your own stable, trickster, married man! Lie, cheat, break faith, until you end a man That bettered you as roses better weeds-- SHAKESPEARE. That is well known.