SCENE II. _A private room at an inn late at night. Through the door in the right wall is seen the outer public room, with men sitting drinking. There is a window at the back, set so low in the wall that, above the window-sill, the heads of summer flowers glisten in the moonlight. On the left wall is the hearth and between it and the window a low bed. In the centre is a table with candle, glasses and mugs, and two or three men sitting round it drinking_. MARLOWE _stands with his back to the window, one foot on a chair, shouting out a song as the curtain rises._ MARLOWE [_singing_]. If Luck and I should meet I’ll catch her to me crying, ‘To trip with you were sweet, Have done with your denying!’ Hey, lass! Ho, lass! Heel and toe, lass! Who’ll have a dance with me? ALL TOGETHER. Hey, Luck! Ho, Luck! Ne’er say no, Luck! I’ll have a dance with thee! A MAN [_hammering the table_]. Again! Again! LANDLORD [_at the door_]. Sir, sir, there’s without a young gentleman hot with riding-- MARLOWE. Does the hot young gentleman give no name? LANDLORD. Why yes, sir, Archer, Francis Archer! He said you would know him. MARLOWE. I knew an Archer, but he died in Flanders. LANDLORD. He may well come from Flanders, sir, for he’s muddy. MARLOWE. Are Flanders’ graves so shallow? Tell him if he’s alive I don’t know him, and if he’s dead I won’t know him, and so either way let him go where he belongs. _The_ LANDLORD _goes out._ THE MAN. What, Kit! send him to hell with a dry throat? MARLOWE. And all impostors with him! THE MAN. But what if it were a true ghost? Have a heart! You’ll be one yourself some day, and watch old friends run away from you when you come to haunt them in pure good fellowship. LANDLORD [_at the door_]. Sir, he says indeed he knows you. His business is private. MARLOWE. Well, let him come in. No, friends, sit still! If he’s the death he pretends we’ll face him together as the song teaches. [_Singing._] When Death at last arrives, I’ll greet him with a chuckle, I’ll ask him how he thrives And press his bony knuckle, With--Ho, boy! Hey, boy! Come this way, boy! Who’ll have a drink with me? MARY’S VOICE [_on the stairs_]. Hey, Sir! Ho, Sir! No, no, no, Sir! Why should he drink with thee?