Wednesday, October 07, 2009

That Damned Play

"That's not right," Phillip called from the prompter's box. "I didn't write Faustus offering a cup of tea to the demon before it drags him off to hell."

"You did according to the latest fair copy,"* Edward stepped to stage left and picked up his crib sheet. "'Ho, demon, thy pits stink of Halifax. Would thou'st care for the Greying Earl or Eels of Darje?' Are these not your words, then?"

"I don't remember writing them." Marlowe frowned. "What did I too last night?"

"You went upstairs with that cloaked gentleman after hours," Mark Grayson, theatre manager, bit player and stage hand, called from backstage, grinning. "He sent down for rum and a new quill."

"How curious." Marlow took the clean sheet and crossed out the offending line. "It's a good job I didn't change anything important."



*a clean sheet of manuscript, written out legibly from the scrawled, crossed out and edited foul sheet


Image: Edward Alleyn

9 comments:

stephanie said...

*laughs* Still my favourite bit so far.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you :)

aims said...

'Thy pits stink of Halifax'?

Wondering if Halifax actually stinks....hmmmm.....can't remember.

Leatherdykeuk said...

It is a depressing town. These days mostly stinking on Lynx aftershave.

aims said...

Do you have a Halifax over there? Or is that Nova Scotia?

Leatherdykeuk said...

yes, it's in Yorkshire

Olga/Maddie said...

Marlowe didn't change anything important?

Well, if he only knew. *BG*

Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*

God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie

Leatherdykeuk said...

Indeed!
Though it was Goethe who cocked up the ending.

Olga/Maddie said...

Goethe is now a part of this?

The plot complicates! *GG*

Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*

God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie