He slips his arm through Shakespeare’s and tries to lead him to the door.
Landlord. Is the gentleman ill, sir? He sways.
Henslowe. Your good wine, host.
A Man [over the Landlord’s shoulder]. The best on the Surrey side!
Henslowe. He’ll tell the Queen so in an hour if you’ll make way.
Men [crowding into the doorway]. The Queen! Did you hear? He’s been sent by the Queen!
Henslowe. Keep your people back, landlord!
The Man [staggering into the room]. I say, three cheers for the Queen!
Another. The Queen! The Queen! Three cheers for Bess! [Singing]. Hey, Bess! Ho, Bess! Heel and toe, Bess! Ladies and gentlemen, here’s a man on the bed.
Henslowe. Ay! My friend! Let him be!