WILL: Words, words, words . . . once, I had the gift . . . I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups out of clay . . . love that overthrows empires, love that binds two hearts together come hellfire and brimstone . . . for sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery . . . but now . . .
DR. MOTH
And yet you tell me you lie with women? WILL… D…