Chapter Nine: In Which there is a Pleasant Surprise
Everyone gathered in the Boar's Head afterwards, for a bit of sympathy drinking. Ellen sat next to Ned, and watched as he peered into his drink.
"I would have been great," muttered Fennyman to himself.
"We all would have been great," replied Ralph, his speech slurred with inebriation. He promptly passed out.
"You all would have loved your costumes," Ellen muttered. The door opened, and Richard Burbage came in, followed by the Chamberlain's Men. He had his arm in a sling from the brawl four days ago. Everyone stood up. Burbage took a deep breath and began to speak.
"The master of the revels despises us all for vagrants and peddlers of bombast. But my father, James Burbage, had the first license to make a company of players from Her Majesty, and he drew from poets, the literature of the age. We must show them that we are men of parts. Will Shakespeare has a play. I have a theater. The Curtain is yours." Everyone looked at Burbage in amazement. The show would go on after all! Henslowe got up and shook Burbage's hand, thanking him time and time again. Ellen smiled. She'd need to ready the costumes for the move to their new temporary home.
Everyone gathered in the Boar's Head afterwards, for a bit of sympathy drinking. Ellen sat next to Ned, and watched as he peered into his drink.
"I would have been great," muttered Fennyman to himself.
"We all would have been great," replied Ralph, his speech slurred with inebriation. He promptly passed out.
"You all would have loved your costumes," Ellen muttered. The door opened, and Richard Burbage came in, followed by the Chamberlain's Men. He had his arm in a sling from the brawl four days ago. Everyone stood up. Burbage took a deep breath and began to speak.
"The master of the revels despises us all for vagrants and peddlers of bombast. But my father, James Burbage, had the first license to make a company of players from Her Majesty, and he drew from poets, the literature of the age. We must show them that we are men of parts. Will Shakespeare has a play. I have a theater. The Curtain is yours." Everyone looked at Burbage in amazement. The show would go on after all! Henslowe got up and shook Burbage's hand, thanking him time and time again. Ellen smiled. She'd need to ready the costumes for the move to their new temporary home.