Sam laughed. One of these days you're going to forget your lines and have to thribble, and it's going to come out in Yorkshire-ese. He put a hand to his brow, in a parody of the way I played Ophelia i...
Besides, there are other concerns. Suppose this—What did you call him? Falconer. Suppose this Falconer sells the play to a printer, who publishes it and has it registered. Then the Chamberlain’s Men l...
I hurried after Sam, calling, You might wait for us! The last word, though it was but one syllable, covered two octaves, for my voice broke, as it had been doing lately with alarming frequency. Sam tu...
We'd best find Sal Pavy now, afor some scanderbag pounds him into a pudding and takes all his money. Some SCANDERBAG? Aye. What's wrong wi' that? Sam shook his head. How long have you been in London?...