MARLOWE
A monologue from the
play by Josephine Preston Peabody
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NOTE: This monologue is reprinted
from Marlowe: A Drama in Five Acts. Josephine Preston
Peabody. New York: Houghton Mifflin & Co., 1901. |
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- BAME: Thou hast my meaning. When I spoke of this,
- She gave me such a smile as I dare vow
- Thou never hadst, and promised me to come;
- Begged me to bring her to see Benet here,
- That same 'old hostess that was kind to her.'
- I go to meet her at the waterside,
- Since this is all of London she would see!--
- 'T is Marlowe--Marlowe--and thou knowest well
- The maid is pining for him. Ay, by heaven,
- Waiting to catch a grain of news, as pigeons
- Flutter and flock to peck a lentil up.
- She treasures every word that folk let fall
- About these players,--covering her ears
- To words that mar as true word only can;
- Denying all with shudders; and sometimes,--
- The music that he taught her--
- The man made merry for an hour with charming her,
- A hunter, weary of his fowling-piece
- Until to-morrow! But the charm has worked.
- She dare not breathe till he shall come and say
- Breathe so, or so. She lives not in to-day.
- I tell you more. He shall not have the girl
- Though I'm on my way to bring her to the Gardens
- Yonder, 'to see the shows.'
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