| [“MASTER SKYLARK, THOU SHALT HAVE THY WISH,” SAID QUEEN ELIZABETH] |
| [THE LORD ADMIRAL’S PLAYERS. THE TRUMPETERS AND THE DRUMMERS LED, THEIR HORSES PRANCING, WHITE PLUMES WAVING IN THE BREEZE] |
| [“WHUR BE-EST GOING, NICK?” ASKED ROGER DAWSON] |
| [“WHAT! HOW NOW?” CRIED THE STRANGER, SHARPLY. “DOST LIKE OR LIKE ME NOT?”] |
| [“NICK THOUGHT OF HIS MOTHER’S SINGING ON A SUMMER’S EVENING—DREW A DEEP BREATH AND BEGAN TO SING] |
| [“NOBODY BREAKS NOBODY’S HEARTS IN OLD JO-OHN SMITHSES SHO-OP,” DRAWLED THE SMITH, IN HIS DEEP VOICE; “NOR STEALS NOBODY, NOTHER”] |
| [“DICCON HAD OFTEN MADE NICK WHISTLES FROM THE WILLOWS ALONG THE AVON WHEN NICK WAS A TODDLER”] |
| [NICK PUT ONE LEG OVER THE SILL AND LOOKED BACK] |
| [“OH, NICK, THOU ART MOST BEAUTIFUL TO SEE!” CRIED CICELY] |
| [“THAT VOICE, THAT VOICE!” NAT GILES PANTED TO HIMSELF] |
| [NICK GAVE THE SILVER BUCKLE FROM HIS CLOAK TO A BOY WHO STOOD CRYING WITH COLD AND HUNGER IN THE STREET] |
| [SO NICK RODE HOME UPON THE BACK OF THE EARL OF ARUNDEL’S MAN-AT-ARMS] |
| [“WHY, SIR, I’LL SING FOR THEE NOW,” SAID NICK, CHOKING] |
| [“DO NA THOU STRIKE ME AGAIN, THOU ROGUE!” SAID NICK] |
| [“OH, NICK, WHAT IS IT?” SHE CRIED] |
| [MASTER SHAKSPERE MET THEM WITH OUTSTRETCHED HANDS] |