MARY. --and now you’ll stare and weep Until the watch comes and the Queen hears all. Then--ends all! And I caught with you! She’s a devil of ice Since Leicester died. No man or woman stirs her; But she must have her toys! London’s her doll’s house, Its marts, its theatres. This death was half her pride, And you the other. Was I not set to mould you? What will she do to me now her doll’s broken, Broken in my hand? I fear her, oh, I fear her, The green eyes of her justice and her smile. Will, if you love me--you who have had my lips, And more, and more, and shall have all again, All that you choose, and gladly given--awake! Fly while there’s time to save yourself and me! Look not on him--he’s blind--he cannot speak, Nor stretch a hand to stay you--he’s cold nothing! But we, we live! Here on my throat, here, here, (Give me your fingers!) feel the hot pulse live! Yet I’ll die sooner than be pent. You know me! Must I lie still for ever at his side Because you will not rouse yourself? SHAKESPEARE. Who speaks? O vanished dew, O summer sweetness gone, O perfume staled in a night, that yesterday Was fresh as morning roses--do you live? Are you still Mary? O my shining lamp Of love put out, how dark the world has grown! Did you want him so? Did it come on you suddenly, And shake you from your north-- MARY. The dawn! the dawn! SHAKESPEARE. Or did you never love me--where do you point? MARY. To save ourselves comes first! SHAKESPEARE. To answer me! MARY. Fool! Fool! Will you hang? Let go, fool! SHAKESPEARE. Answer me! MARY. Will, for the love of living-- SHAKESPEARE. Answer me! MARY. I never loved you. Are you answered? ANNE’S VOICE. Oh-- For a month--in the spring-- SHAKESPEARE. Is it a month ago? The trees are not yet metalled with the dust Of summer, that were greening when we two-- MARY. Oh, peace! SHAKESPEARE. --in a night of spring-- MARY. Ah, was it love?