WHY DID CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE GIVE THOMAS KYD PAPERS TO HIDE?

Kate Harrison, M.A., Cambridge and Mark Holdaway, M.A., Oxford share a London meal and much more.

 

 "Now, tell me, do you live in London, or are you here as a spy for a foreign government?”

  Kate smiled. “I could use some spy money, but I’m down from Cambridge for the research.”

  He raised a wait-a-second forefinger, downed an oyster and quaffed some beer. “What year are you in?”

  “Just finished my M.A.”

  “Impressive, what is your esoteric field of study? Wait, you already told me. The wounds must have dulled my memory” She raised an eyebrow, as he added; “I just finished up at Oxford in the same area.”

  “A Yank at Oxford, I saw the movie on the telly years ago. Robert Taylor, Vivien Leigh. I think he was prettier than Vivien. How did you get to Oxford?”

  “Yale, Rhodes Scholarship.”

  “You accepted money from that bloody colonialist?”

  “What did you expect from a greedy American capitalist? You know what? I think you and I will be together for the rest of our lives. I don’t know why I said that.”

  “Are you proposing? If so, I need another beer, or perhaps something a bit stronger. Should I select my bridesmaids and have them order dresses? Have you a tux, a vicar, a ring?”

  “I’ll need to get the ring back from my current fiancée. Beyond the kidding, Kate, I hope you’ll see me again. Let’s grab that booth.”

  “You mentioned a Marlowe-Shakespeare relationship. I always thought they probably knew each other, but no more than that. Although some elements of Shakespeare’s early plays have suspiciously Marlovian lines.”

  “Have you been to the Middle Temple?”

  “Once, some years ago, old building, impressive Great Hall, Elizabethan age, I remember Twelfth Night was performed there. Now it’s a set for movies, TV commercials.”

  “Despite the modern exploitation, there’s something about that place. Ever hear the rumor that Thomas Kyd hid something in the building?”

  “No, what was it the original Spanish Tragedy manuscript?”

  “No, it was something else. I heard that Marlowe gave Kyd some papers to hide.”

  “Who told you that?”

Excerpted from Discovering Will’s Lost Years and the Marlowe-Shakespeare Lost Play: Uncovering 16th and 21st-Century Mystery, Treachery and Obsession.

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WILL SHAKESPEARE AT AGE 11 ACTS WITH TRAVELING PLAYERS

Will and his siblings run to their father’s shop to see

traveling players interviewed by Mayor John Shakespeare.

The drum and fife stopped. The lead player knocked on the door. John beckoned Will to open it. Gil jumped out of the way, as two men swept in, one a gore bellied man with a wide-nostriled, purple-veined nose, full red lips and a bass voice. The other was an angular, younger man who looked as though his Adam’s apple was indeed an apple.

   The fat man wore a scarlet cape and a feathered slouch hat at a rakish angle, which he plucked off with a bow. “Your honorable Lord Mayor, we ask your kind and generous favor and license to play for citizens of this fair town for a sum of your discretion. We ask to play on May Day and pray the young people of the town will let us use the maypole they fetch from the wood. We will assist in decoration, of course.”

   The skinny one’s Adam’s apple agitated like a spindle as he seconded in a pleasing alto, “Your Honour, we will make merry on the stage and lift spirits.”

   “On high, we will lift them,” said the fat man introducing himself as Frothingham and his partner as Vegetarius.

   Will bounced on his heels and stifled a laugh when he heard the names. I could never make up names like those, Vegetarius? Frothingham? How now Roly-Poly and Beanpole round the maypole, or Pudding Belly and Scarecrow, or Ham-bone and Bare-bone, or . . .

   “Young man who bounceth, what is your name.”

   “Will Shakespeare, sire.”

   “Ah, the Lord Mayor’s son, “Why do you peep?” And as the player stroked his estimable corporation, “Can you not speak from the diaphragm?”

   Will came back with, “I can move stones and open doors with my voice,” in a fair imitation of Frothingham’s delivery and business. The player’s paunch shook with laughter, and Joan giggled from her perch on a stack of hides.

   “Pray, Lord Bailiff, our young player is laid with the ague. We seek a lad to step up. Could your handsome son Will play with us if he wishes? He has the cheek and wit of one who could carry a scene, if he could learn his part.

   John Shakespeare said, “Will forgets nothing and invents as needed. You will be pleased.”

‘Why should I write this down, that’s riveted,

                    Screwed to my memory?’

Excerpted from Discovering Will’s Lost Years and the Marlowe-Shakespeare Lost Play: Uncovering 16th and 21st-Century Mystery, Treachery and Obsession. You can read further and learn how Will performed when he appeared onstage with the troupe.

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DID YOU KNOW THAT MARLOWE AND SHAKESPEARE WROTE A PLAY TOGETHER?

February 15, 2015

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DID YOU KNOW THAT MARLOWE AND

SHAKESPEARE WROTE A PLAY TOGETHER?

Young Shakespeare as Never Before Seen nor Imagined

In 2016, William Shakespeare will have been dead four-hundred years. And the continuing reading, watching and studying of his works ranks with interest to the lives of Jesus Christ and Abraham Lincoln. Shakespeare enthusiasts gather worldwide to meet and chew over the plays and sonnets. And they all wonder how an alleged country bumpkin who only went to grammar school became the greatest writer in the English language.

Ending the Authorship Debate

Many people don’t believe that Shakespeare wrote the plays and poems attributed to him. They posit that Francis Bacon, or the Earl of Essex, or Christopher Marlowe, or some other highly educated Elizabethan was the author. If any of these theories is accurate, it would have taken a slew of conspiring Elizabethan minds, including the Shakespeare-praising poet Ben Jonson, to agree that Shakespeare was not the true author.

Gaining the Necessary Experience

Scholars conjecture that the writer of Hamlet, Macbeth, Twelfth Night, Henry 1V, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Tempest, and many more great plays had useful knowledge of business, the law, the sea, the military. Clearly, he also had extensive contact with sophisticated and educated landed gentry, and many more life experiences beyond the rural farm life of England’s West Midlands.

Intriguingly, little is known about the details of Shakespeare’s life from his birth in 1564 until he began publishing and appearing in his own and other authors’ plays in London in the late 1580’s or early 1590’s. A record of his birth and his marriage certificate at eighteen are among the sparse documents that at the very least confirm that he existed during what has become popularly known as the Lost Years.

Imagining Shakespeare’s Life

Interestingly, as far as is known, and until now, no one has written an account of William Shakespeare’s life that imagines, in narrative form, what he was like, what he did and with whom and where he did it before his arrival in late 16^th-Century London. A new, revelatory novel, an original work of fiction titled, Discovering Will’s Lost Years and the Marlowe-Shakespeare Lost Play and subtitled, Uncovering 16^th and 21^st-Century Mystery, Treachery and Obsession was recently published and includes a trove of long-sought-after answers in story form.

Christopher Marlowe and William Shakespeare Co-Wrote a Play that was Lost

The novel will stir up heated discussions on how Shakespeare’s early life was drawn, and will surely generate further speculation on other developmental involvements he likely had. In addition, Marlowe and Shakespeare devotees will debate the account of how the two met, became friends and wrote a play together during the months before Marlowe’s murder. Finally, no end of controversy will surround the drama of how two young, 21^st-Century Elizabethan scholars became entangled in and then handled their roles in the Lost Play mystery.

‘Machinations, Hollowness, Treachery and all Ruinous disorders follow us disquietly to our graves.’  -King Lear, 1.2

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