Marlowe. Is it he or his plays?
Mary. Not sure.
Marlowe. If I were he I’d make you sure.
Mary. I wonder if you could! I wonder—how?
Marlowe. Too long to tell you here, and—curtain’s up!
Mary. Come to my house one lazy day and tell me!
Marlowe. Hark! That’s more noise than curtain!
Henslowe’s Voice. Shakespeare! Shakespeare! [Entering.] Here’s a calamity! Where’s Shakespeare? He should be in the green-room! Why does he tuck away in this rat-hole when he’s wanted? And what’s to be done? Where in God’s name is Shakespeare?
Mary. With the Queen.
Marlowe. The curtain’s up; he’ll be here in a minute.