...f us I cov- ered her... The play had been well played, Alleyn up to form, Marlowe’s lines appreci- ated by a better than usual audience, some of them... ...umbrella, his character sheltered me from depression: he introduced me to Marlowe, Kyd, Jonson. Years later, I introduced him to Alleyn and Bur- bage... ... PAST 420 Henley Street August 1, ’15 What times we had, Raleigh, Marlowe, Jonson, and I, Marlowe and his wit, Raleigh and his tales of the ... ...sea, Jonson and his satirical pomposities in Latin or Greek. Then, then...Marlowe’s murder crept through our veins and left us dumb or feverish, our... ... We had seen our share of slings and arrows. Was it important who killed Marlowe? We weren’t sure. All threads of evidence were thin threads! We pra... ...e? We weren’t sure. All threads of evidence were thin threads! We praised Marlowe, shuffled through our worn pockets to bury him—Raleigh at sea now. ... ...aleigh! He’ll have a bad end!” So they prophesied over sour beer. Chris Marlowe was squat, dark, tousle-headed, many-freckled, with wretched teeth... ...itually, as if he had been on his feet for days. When he spoke, there was Marlowe, bringing you to attention, his eyes serious, the warmth of him co... ...you, a piece of cur- rency. SHAKESPEARE’S JOURNAL 421 Stratford Marlowe and I worked throughout the night, troubled by reeky candles, rain ...