Marlowe

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.'