Henslowe. Within, who’s within there?
Shakespeare. Two dead men.
Henslowe. Is it Marlowe? Is Shakespeare there?
Shakespeare. Come in, come in, come in!
Henslowe comes in hurriedly. He leaves the door half open behind him.
Voices [singing]. Ho, boy! Hey, boy! Come this way, boy! Who’ll have a drink with me?
Henslowe. Why, here’s a bird of wisdom sitting in the dark! Shut your eyes, man, and use candles or you’ll scorch out your own sockets! What’s wrong now? But tell me that as we ride; for the Queen wants you in a hurry, and what’s more an angry Queen. I’d not be you! Here I’ve hunted London for you from tavern to lady’s lodging till I ferreted out that Marlowe was here, and so I followed him for news.
Shakespeare. Here’s news enough. Henslowe, look here!
Henslowe. Who did it?
Shakespeare. We—he and I. There was another in it.