by Jinny Webber | Mar 20, 2020 | Actors in plague time, Christopher Marlowe, Gender fluidity, Sex and Gender in Shakespeare's England |
John Donne Awake early, I slipped out of bed, full of anticipation and a shadow of worry. In the kitchen Ella gave me apricots, bread, and a slice of ham. “I’m off for a bit of exploring,” I said, keeping my voice light. “I shall return before dinner.” Just before I...
by Jinny Webber | Mar 19, 2020 | Actors in plague time, Christopher Marlowe, Gender fluidity |
Tom Nashe “Good fortune that my father took you into North’s Men, Sander,” Jack said. Every topic seemed charged, but I had to brave it, oblivious as Jack seemed. “Remember your old friend Martin?” Mag asked. I shuddered at the name: I’d hardly call him friend! If I...
by Jinny Webber | Mar 18, 2020 | Actors in plague time, Gender fluidity, Sex and Gender in Shakespeare's England |
Will Kemp Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. “Venus and Adonis” Chapter XX June 1592 Raspberries and fresh cream were set out on the breakfast table. When I glanced at Kit, he winked back. I did my best to return a...
by Jinny Webber | Mar 17, 2020 | Actors in plague time, Boy actors on Shakespeare's stage, Christopher Marlowe, Gender fluidity |
Boy Actor At supper, Jack proposed a toast to my birthday. He pulled me into a jig, with Kemp making three. Shakespeare and Tom Nashe pounded on the table and Kit drank my health. They started reading Sir Philip Sidney’s poems as Kemp tried to drown them out singing...
by Jinny Webber | Mar 16, 2020 | Actors in plague time, Christopher Marlowe, Gender fluidity, Sex and Gender in Shakespeare's England |
Christopher Marlowe Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night Romeo and Juliet Chapter XIX Midsummer 1592 We rolled into Audley Inn late on the long June evening before my birthday. Bird songs rose amidst the fragrance of cut grass and summer roses on air so...
by Jinny Webber | Mar 16, 2020 | Actors in plague time, Christopher Marlowe, Gender fluidity |
Fetid grey hung over the city on the June morning of our departure. Our farewells to Pope and the household fit the haste and pain of the times: quick embraces and prayers for safe return. Satchels on our shoulders and Jack’s precious lute in hand, we hurried to meet...
