"But they're closing the theatres. What are we to do with our livelihood gone?" Marlow paced the floor, a jug of wine trailing loosely from two fingers."
"It's only the Puritans." Jasfoup sat, languishing on a chair sipping at a bowl of leaf stew.
Marlow turned up his nose. "I don't know how you can stomach it."
Jasfoup looked at his bowl. "It's just mulberry leaves in boiled water," he said. "It's quite pleasant really."
"No, the thought of those damned God bothers closing the theatres."
"Ah." Jasfoup shrugged. "We just get out of
"And you said she'll sponsor a play?"
"Indeed. How about 'Loves Labours Lost'?"