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Have pity on me! I have work to do! The audience is voracious. They don’t know when the theaters will be closed again. I’m on the fifth play in three years. I’ve nearly given up acting for now—had to. I’ll do soldiers, servants, messengers, ghosts, women--those with few lines. I’m talking to myself. [Shakespeare tries to slough off what is clearly an hallucination by using his hands, the way you’d try to brush away a web you’re about to walk into] MARLOWE To whom are you waving? SHAKESPEARE I’m not acknowledging you. You’re in my head. And I need my head. I’m revising Richard Three and trying TO WRITE A BLOODY COMEDY!!! MARLOWE Listen to me. I have been places, Will. I have been on the road, before I fell down in it, outside your door, and I have seen some heavy, heavy shit. Like…I’m in Deptford, right? And I’m arguing with these lowlifes, Queen’s men all, this spy scum I’m pounding down the Rhenish with, flavored with some berries—not bad—piquant, as if flavor ever mattered to me. I must do something about my drinking. SHAKESPEARE You’re Marlowe? No. MARLOWE Yes. So Frizer, with the black teeth, is across from me and reaches over andddd……real blackness. Pain. And then I’m falling violently into a channel of colored like laundry, man, and I’m hearing this beating of a huge heart and I’m thinking “that’s the dragon” and it’s waiting for me with an open mouth of blackened, broken teeth like Frizer’s and I’m afeared as in the Bible--don’t want to admit it. I’m thinking, fear leads to God leads to guilt leads to fear leads to God and that cycle will warp your reality until you believe all kind of crazy-ass delusional shit, like
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