how goes it, will?
burbage says you have a play.
not new--my doctor faustus.
i have a new one nearly done, and better. the massacre at paris.
and yours?
what is the story?
romeo is…italian. always in and out of love.
ethel.
the daughter of his enemy.
his best friend is killed in a duel by ethel's brother or something. his name is mercutio.
i thought your play was for burbage.
a different one you haven't written?
burbage!
marlowe.
you are playing my faustus this afternoon. don't spend yourself in sport.
my massacre at paris is complete.
you have the money?
then tomorrow you will have the pages.
twenty pounds on delivery
romeo?--he gave it to henslowe.
well, i am to deptford now, i leave my respects, miss rosaline.
you did. but ned alleyn and the admiral's men have the playing of it as the rose.