Countess: Your father did not tell you the whole truth, did he? Well you must ask him. Ask him who you truly are. You are not mere Essex witch anymore than he.
Anne: I cannot ask him.
Countess: Why?
Anne: He is dead.
Countess: Well do not weep for him. We must all murder our fathers and mothers. This is the way!
Anne: How did you know?
Countess: Oh child, you have so much to learn. I almost envy you, the long path to endarkenment that you must walk. When you learn to talk to your father again where he is, then you'll be ready to hear what he can tell you. In the meantime, weep no more unless it is to with the rain.