Marlowe. I shall scarce reach Deptford ere dark.
Shakespeare. How long do you lodge in Deptford?
Marlowe. All summer.
Henslowe [pounding at the door]. Who’s at home? Who’s at home?
Marlowe. That’s Henslowe.
Shakespeare. Why does the boy stay so long?
Henslowe [in the doorway]. Gentlemen, the traveller returns! For the last time, I tell you! My bones grow too old for barnstorming. Do you go as I come, Kit? Thank you for nothing!
Marlowe. Be civil, Henslowe! ‘The Curtain’ ’s on its knees to me for my next play.
Henslowe. Pooh! This man can serve my turn.
Marlowe. You see, they’ll make rivals of us, Will, before they’ve done. I’ll see you soon again. [He goes out.]