William Black,
Judith Shakespeare: Her love affairs and other adventures
“ I used to count the weeks and the days and the very hours when I knew he was coming back—that was the joy of my life to me—and now, if I were to know that he were coming near to Stratford I should fly and hide somewhere—anywhere—in the river as lief as not. Nay, I make no complaint. 'Tis my own doing, and it cannot be undone now.""Judith, Judith, you break my heart!" her friend cried. "Surely to all troubles there must come an end." ”
