Will Shakespeare: An Invention in Four ActsDane, Clemence
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Will Shakespeare: An Invention in Four Acts
Dane, Clemence
Dramatists -- Drama; Historical drama; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Drama
SHAKESPEARE. Once it was mine.
I laid it up with you. Where is it now?
I’m stripped of honour like an oak in June
Whose leaves a curse of caterpillars eat,
That stands a mockery to flowers and men,
With naked arms praying the lightning down.
ANNE’S VOICE. At Shottery the woods are green--
SHAKESPEARE. My God!
ANNE’S VOICE. And full of flowers--
SHAKESPEARE. Let be, let be! My honour?
I bought it with a woman--not like you,
A faithless-faithful woman--not like you;
But weak as I’m weak, loving as I love,
God help her! not like you--no black-eyed Spain
Whose cheeks hang out their red to match the red
When bull meets man--no luxury that wears
A lover like new clothes, and all the while
Eyes other women’s fashions; but a woman
That should have loved me less, poor fool, and less--
MARY. You should have loved me less, my fool, and less!
SHAKESPEARE. Yet from this folly all the music springs
That is in the world, and all my hopes that ranged
Lark-high in heaven! Yet murder comes of it.
Look where he lies! He was true friend to me,
And I to him, until you came, you came.
MARY. I came and I can go.
SHAKESPEARE. Mary! [_There is a clatter of hoofs._]
MARY. D’you hear?
Horses! What do they seek? You, Marlowe, me?
SHAKESPEARE. This they call conscience.
MARY. Take your hand away!
I’ll slip through yet; nor shall you follow me;
You had your chance. Listen! A boy was here;
One Francis Archer. Say it after me--
No woman, but a boy, a stranger to you!
SHAKESPEARE. Strange to me, Mary.
_There is a sound of voices in the yard._
MARY. If you hold me now
I’ll scream and swear you stabbed him as he slept,
They’re drinking still. [_She opens the door._]
VOICES [_in the outer room_].
Hey, boy! Ho, boy!
Heel and toe, boy!
Who’ll have a drink with me?
MARY. If you should get away.
Send me no message, come not near me! Now!
_She slips into the room_. SHAKESPEARE _stands at
the half open door watching._
A MAN. Sing another verse!
ANOTHER. There’s the boy back. Make him sing it!
MARY. I’m to fetch more wine first.
THE MAN. Sing another verse!
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