{"id":65,"date":"2008-07-15T13:25:54","date_gmt":"2008-07-15T17:25:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=65"},"modified":"2008-07-15T13:53:50","modified_gmt":"2008-07-15T17:53:50","slug":"good-will-slumming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2008\/07\/good-will-slumming\/","title":{"rendered":"Good Will, Slumming"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>[Entry from William Shakespeare&#8217;s recently discovered blog, &#8220;Honour&#8217;d in the Breach&#8221;]<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Well now I&#8217;m not so sure workshopping <em>Shrew<\/em> was such a great idea.<\/p>\n<p>Like I said <a href=\"http:\/\/\">the other day<\/a>, I was really looking forward to the new group. I&#8217;d been working with the others for like SO LONG that we were all starting to get on each other&#8217;s last nerve, you know? (&#8220;Do be or don&#8217;t be&#8221;? Puh-LEEZE.)<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;m sitting in the tavern at that table in the back. And every time the door swings open I&#8217;m like totally checking out the newcomer, wondering if it would be Bacon, deVere, or Greville (so-called Lord Brooke). Marlowe I knew from the old group of course and wasn&#8217;t crazy about bringing him along to this one. (Drunken sod, if I had to lay a shilling I&#8217;d say he&#8217;ll die in a tavern.) But he was already there. Not with me, of course, at the bar. Chatting up the strumpet of the day, and a right loony Ophelia she was too.<\/p>\n<p>Bacon strode in first. &#8216;Struth,I knew him by reputation right enough. He had every bit the swagger I expected, and lacked every bit of wordsense you need in a good workshopper. By evening&#8217;s end he had us all pretty pissed, except for Marlowe who&#8217;s always pissed anyway. On the other hand the boastful cock did come up with &#8220;Gremio,&#8221; the &#8220;Gresio&#8221; I&#8217;d been using always bugged me. Too much the slur on the Eye Tees, you know? So &#8220;Gremio&#8221; it is.<\/p>\n<p>I had high hopes for deVere. I&#8217;d heard so much good about the man. He certainly knows his words, and he certainly knows (ha ha) his Queen. I did like much of what he had to offer but eventually concluded he had, like, too <em>much <\/em>to offer. When he told us about the bloke he borrowed the 500 Cs from I seized &#8216;pon it at once and made him Kate&#8217;s da. Then we all had a good beery laugh like old chums about Bertie and deV&#8217;s sister and I managed to put some of that in, too, and the stuff about Italy, well, a little local spice never hurts and Christ knows I cannot supply any of that meself. But then deV got greedy. Started on that piggish swill about &#8220;A Shakespeare\/deVere Production&#8221; and he wasn&#8217;t jokin&#8217; neither. Who&#8217;s the think he is? Pox him, I say. Pox him soundly.<\/p>\n<p>Greville, what can I say. Seems like a right enough chap. But as the saying goes, all the world&#8217;s a stage and if you can&#8217;t make an appearance till the curtain drops, you sir are no player. Or however it goes. By the time he showed up I&#8217;d already tidied me pages. I might show him some o&#8217;me other stuff sometime, if he&#8217;s lucky hehe.<\/p>\n<p>Which left Marlowe. Lucky for me he had already had one or two or perhaps three too many, or he would have recognized himself in, ha ha, Christopher <strong><em>Sly<\/em><\/strong>. That seemed to sail over everybody else&#8217;s noggin too, perhaps I should be making the point more sharply. Christopher Toolow, perhaps? Nay. Sly it is.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, Marlowe was Marlowe. When he slid me his copy of the draft, o&#8217;er which he had spewed his draught, I stopped attending to him.<\/p>\n<p>Surprisingly to me, worst of all was my own dear <em>dear<\/em> Anne.<\/p>\n<p>She had been at me for weeks, she had, and perhaps &#8217;twas the last time I&#8217;ll let her peek at my stuff ahead of time: <em>You&#8217;ve gotta make Kate do this. Make her do that. Kate would nary say any such thing.<\/em> All that muck and I went along with it just to shut her up. But when she plunked herself down at the tavern, elbowing deV aside (granted, he&#8217;s an arse-licker and I was well rid of him) and trying to keep Marlowe from tossin&#8217; peanuts &#8216;twixt her bazooms, and THEN in front o&#8217;me workshopmates starts saying this and that about men and womenfolk and how the one needs a little more of this and the other less of that&#8230; well I have to say I do love the woman dearly <em>dearly<\/em> after all but am starting to wonder if she really deserves to get my best bed when I am dead and in the ground, you know what I&#8217;m saying? Blest be the woman that spares these stories and that woman clearly is not Anne.<\/p>\n<p>But I showed her, indeed I did. This morning before I mailed to the printer the final quarto or folio or whatever the Hades they call it these days, I crossed out that &#8220;rights of woman&#8221; oration at the end which dear <em>dear <\/em>Anne had insisted on. Hehe, came up with some good stuff. &#8220;My hand is readie, may it do him ease&#8221; indeed. Dear dear Anne will crap a pretty brick when she hears that tomorrow night. &#8216;Course it doesn&#8217;t make much sense considering all the rot that came before but at this point I just want to be shut of it. Let the critics sort it all out, I say.<\/p>\n<p>More later!<\/p>\n<p><em>[Hat tip to Moonrat, of <a title=\"Moonrat on the Shakespeare authorial question\" href=\"http:\/\/editorialass.blogspot.com\/2008\/07\/shakespeare.html\" target=\"_blank\">Editorial Ass<\/a>]<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Entry from William Shakespeare&#8217;s recently discovered blog, &#8220;Honour&#8217;d in the Breach&#8221;] Well now I&#8217;m not so sure workshopping Shrew was such a great idea. Like I said the other day, I was really looking forward to the new group. 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