Well, I will make London late next month, and see you at the Tavern.
Raleigh’s pen dug into the paper, and the signature has almost disappeared for lack of ink.
The Tower
Will Shakespear—
When I scribbled verses on a window, our Queen was pleased. I did not know—my crystal would not divulge that I would become a chemist in the Tower, alchemist of solitude. I thought the compass mine, shrewdly boxed...
London
April 9, 1593
Will—