Shakespeare. Marlowe! The Deptford road! The Deptford road! [He rushes out.]
Boy [showing his money]. Dreaming pays, sir! It’s gold.
Henslowe. Boy, boy! Never trust a man! Never kiss a woman! Work all day and sleep all night! Love yourself and never ask God for the moon! So you may live to be old. This business grows beyond me. I’ll to the Queen.
He trots out, shaking his head. The boy skips after him, whistling his tune.
ACT III.
Scene II.
A private room at an inn late at night. Through the door in the right wall is seen the outer public room, with men sitting drinking. There is a window at the back, set so low in the wall that, above the window-sill, the heads of summer flowers glisten in the moonlight. On the left wall is the hearth and between it and the window a low bed. In the centre is a table with candle, glasses and mugs, and two or three men sitting round it drinking. Marlowe stands with his back to the window, one foot on a chair, shouting out a song as the curtain rises.