Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Fiction
“Upon your oath, there is no dog?”
“No dog, sir, upon my oath.”
“Then the sound must proceed,” said the playwright, “from that queer,
rude fellow who sits at the foot of the table there, of whom I am
credibly informed that, since he retired from the theater, he gains a
precarious livelihood by training bloodhounds to sing like canaries.”
CHAPTER XXII
THE inn courtyard was seething with excitement long before the play
began. Handbills had been distributed in the town for some days past,
and notices of the performance had been set up in prominent places.
A love of the drama, amounting almost to a passion, had taken hold
of all classes. From the Queen in her palace to the village idler in
his hedge alehouse, provided he could raise a penny to buy standing
room in the yard of the Crown Tavern, all took the keenest delight
in the new and wonderful drama that was rising in their midst. Every
phase of these strong and moving plays was followed with a breathless
excitement. They were given without scenery or the thousand and one
devices that help to sustain illusion in a modern theater. There was
literally nothing between the play and the audience, not even the
lure of sex, since all the women’s parts were played by boys, but the
success of these performances was extraordinary.
The Lord Chamberlain’s men were known to be a famous company. Their
headquarters were the Globe Theatre, the playhouse that had been built
recently on the Bankside in Southwark. But as their provincial tours
were numerous, their reputation had spread up and down the country.
They were already known as the best players of the time, and the plays
in which they appeared were held to be the strongest.
The stage had been set up at the end of the inn yard. Standing room
could be had for a penny on the cobblestones of the yard itself, but
the best and most comfortable places were those in the galleries, which
ran round three sides of it and commanded a full view of the stage. A
shilling was the charge for places here. But the most coveted place of
all was a stool on the stage, which was reserved for a few persons of
distinction.
Among those who had been given a seat on the stage this afternoon,
were three who had come in a spirit of scepticism. They were men of
dignified and authoritative bearing, keenly alive, no doubt, to their
condescension in gracing the proceedings with their presence. Much
discussion had taken place among these personages as to the importunity
which had sought to gain the sanction of the university for the play
about to be given, also for two others by the same uneducated hand.
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