- Will: [attempting to learn Latin] It's no good, Kate. It won't stay in that which supports a hat but be not a hook, has a crown but be not a king and is fringed with hair but be not my bolingbrokes.
- Burbage: So... the conveniences. A twenty-yard pissoir for the men and a single bucket in a cupboard for the ladies.
- Kate: You wait, Mr. Shakespeare, I will find a way to prove my worth.
- Will: Kate, gentle Kate, thou provest thy worth every day with thy joyous smile, thy girlish laugh and the soft tender grace that all Eve's daughters bring to the rough world of men.
- Kate: Oh, Mr. Shakespeare, you are like he who gives support. Like that which sweetens all that it covers. You are a great poet and are like the heavens.
- Will: Kate, your words move me, but I would fain know their meaning.
- Kate: Why, he who gives support is a patron. That which sweetens all that it covers be but icing. A great poet is a bard. And the heavens of course be starred. Put them together and you get...
- Will: Patron-icing bard-starred.
- Kate: I'll leave it with you.
- Will: Why invest in malodorous leaves and tuberous root vegetables from a mosquito swamp in north Virigina, when you can build here in London? Using bricks made of solid dung and straw.