Such a bad name, who, at the very least, Just tries to survive, as best he can. You had so many choices, as a man, And you chose this. I wish you long life, Alone, without a wife, or with a wife Who nags you constantly. I wish you long, long days of living misery Until that time you die, and just wait can’t To leave this too-long life grown to hate. you’ve SHAKESPEARE We have to go. The girls are gone again. Where can they be? INGRAM FRIZER No doubt, to inflict pain On Poley and Nick Skeres! At least, I hope! MARLOWE And people ask why a misanthrope. I’m SHAKESPEARE You look good. Go to my rooms and wait. don’t MARLOWE You think my are at Bishopsgate? sisters’ Really, Will, you think given up? they’ve SHAKESPEARE Will you just take an order and shut up? Shut up, Marlowe! For once in your sad life? Your you, you ale wife! blathering’s undone MARLOWE My not sad, nor has it ever been. life’s I stand by my life, even at its end. And language, Will, has saved sanity: your You speak from need, my dear, not vanity. Am I an ale wife? Then proud of it: I’m I serve up pleasure.
Such a bad name, who, at the very least, Just tries to survive, as best he can. You had so many choices, as a man, And you chose this. I wish you long life, Alone, without a wife, or with a wife Who nags you constantly. I wish you long, long days of living misery Until that time you die, and just can’t wait To leave this too-long life you’ve grown to hate. SHAKESPEARE We have to go. The girls are gone again. Where can they be? INGRAM FRIZER No doubt, to inflict pain On Poley and Nick Skeres! At least, I hope! MARLOWE And people ask why I’m a misanthrope. SHAKESPEARE You don’t look good. Go to my rooms and wait. MARLOWE You think my sisters’ are at Bishopsgate? Really, Will, you think they’ve given up? SHAKESPEARE Will you just take an order and shut up? Shut up, Marlowe! For once in your sad life? Your blathering’s undone you, you ale wife! MARLOWE My life’s not sad, nor has it ever been. I stand by my life, even at its end. And language, Will, has saved your sanity: You speak from need, my dear, not vanity. Am I an ale wife? Then I’m proud of it: I serve up pleasure.
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