smoke in trees, smoke in the rain:
Jonson talking and gesturing to Shakespeare:
Burbage screaming orders...
A wall topples...
Inside the conflagration
books and manuscripts burning.
| J |
onson and I watched the Globe burn—the afternoon cold, with rain falling. People crowded around; there was mud and water underfoot.
“Someone must have set our theatre on fire, Will! Jesus, how it burns!” Jonson cried.
“No. I was inside. I saw the thatch start burning.”