MARLOWE Life imitates art imitates life, so I am drawn to dogs and what they know. In this case, they knew more and won the day. DOROTHY They invited you to this soiree To find out what you knew and then— MARLOWE --snuff. As you would a candle: “Out! Enough!” [mimes a candle flame being snuffed] done with your jokes, libels and your rhymes, “We’re Your brawls, your lads, your atheism, your crimes, Your School of Night and its profanity, The portrayal of the Bible as insanity, The corrupting of our Virgin monarch’s lover, Not to buggery, but to dark books you discover. a bad boy, Mr. Marlowe, we surmise, You’re You brought it on yourself, your own demise.” SHAKESPEARE Enough self-pity and self-congratulations. now concerned about the allegations. I’m no spy, but my plays do have criticisms I’m Of the powers that be, even in my witticisms. What happens to the jester? Queen’s MARGARET you, It’s Or Ben Jonson, or Thomas Kyd, or— DOROTHY Kyd’s through. He hold a pen. My brother said can’t In his last letter. Might as well be dead.
MARLOWE Life imitates art imitates life, so I am drawn to dogs and what they know. In this case, they knew more and won the day. DOROTHY They invited you to this soiree To find out what you knew and then— MARLOWE --snuff. As you would a candle: “Out! Enough!” [mimes a candle flame being snuffed] “We’re done with your jokes, libels and your rhymes, Your brawls, your lads, your atheism, your crimes, Your School of Night and its profanity, The portrayal of the Bible as insanity, The corrupting of our Virgin monarch’s lover, Not to buggery, but to dark books you discover. You’re a bad boy, Mr. Marlowe, we surmise, You brought it on yourself, your own demise.” SHAKESPEARE Enough self-pity and self-congratulations. I’m now concerned about the allegations. I’m no spy, but my plays do have criticisms Of the powers that be, even in my witticisms. What happens to the Queen’s jester? MARGARET It’s you, Or Ben Jonson, or Thomas Kyd, or— DOROTHY Kyd’s through. He can’t hold a pen. My brother said In his last letter. Might as well be dead.
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