"Bravely, bravely as ever, Master Will," replied Kit. "Still marching to this music!" And he shook a pouch at his belt, causing a clinking sound to come forth.
As the players pa.s.sed on to their room, Kit plucked the sleeve of Hal Marryott, who was the last. When the two were alone in a corner, the soldier, having dropped his buoyant manner, whispered:
"Hast a loose shilling or two about thy clothes, lad? Just till to-morrow, I swear on the cross of my sword. I have moneys coming; that is, with a few testers to start dicing withal, I shall have the coin flowing me-ward. Tut, boy, I can"t lie to thee; I haven"t tasted meat or malt since yesterday."
"But what a devil--why, the pieces thou wert jingling?" said Hal, astonished.
"Pox, Hal, think"st thou I would bare my poverty to a gang of players--nay, no offence to thee, lad!" The soldier took from the pouch two or three links of a worthless iron chain. "When thou hast no coin, lad, let thy purse jingle loudest. "Twill serve many a purpose."
"But if you could not buy a dinner," said Hal, smiling, "how did you buy your way into the playhouse?"
"Why, body of me," replied Bottle, struggling for a moment with a slight embarra.s.sment, "the mind, look you, the mind calls for food, no less than the belly. Could I satisfy both with a sixpence? No. What should it be, then? Beef and beer for the belly? Or a sight of the new play, to feed the mind withal? Thou know"st Kit Bottle, lad. Though he hath followed the wars, and cut his scores of Spanish throats, and hath no disdain of beef and beer, neither, yet as the mind is the better part--"
Moved at thought of the hungry old soldier"s last sixpence having gone for the play, to the slighting of his stomach, Hal instantly pulled out what remained of his salary for the previous week, about five shillings in amount, and handed over two shillings sixpence, saying:
"I can but halve with thee, Kit. The other half is owed."
"Nay, lad," said Kit, after a swift glance around to see if the transaction was observed by the host or the drawers, "I"ll never rob thee, persuade me as thou wilt. Two shillings I"ll take, not a farthing more. Thou"rt a heart of gold, lad. To-morrow I"ll pay thee, an I have to p.a.w.n my sword! To-morrow, as I"m a soldier! Trust old Kit!"
And the captain, self-styled, in great haste now that he had got the coin, strode rapidly from the place. Hal Marryott proceeded to the room where his fellow actors were. His cup of canary was already waiting for him on the table around which the players sat.
"What, Hal," cried Sly, "is it some state affair that Bottle hath let thee into?"
"I like the old swaggerer," said Hal, evading the question. "He hath taught me the best of what swordsmanship I know. He is no counterfeit soldier, "tis certain; and he hath a pride not found in common rogues."
"I think he is in hard ways," put in Laurence Fletcher, the manager, "for all his jingle of coin. I saw him to-day lurking about the door of the theatre, now and again casting a wishful glance within, and then scanning the people as they came up, as if to find some friend who would pay for him. So at last I bade him come in free for the nonce. You should have seen how he took it."
"I warrant his face turned from winter to summer, in a breath," said Mr.
Shakespeare. "Would the transformation were as easily wrought in any man!"
A winter indeed seemed to have settled upon his own heart, for this was the time, not only when his friends of the Ess.e.x faction were suffering, but also when the affair of the "dark lady," in which both Southampton and the Earl of Pembroke were involved with himself, had reached its crisis.
Hal smiled inwardly to think how Bottle had seized the occasion to touch a player"s feelings by appearing to have spent his last sixpence for the play; and forgave the lie, in admiration of the pride with which the ragged warrior had concealed his poverty from the others.
As Hal replaced his remaining three shillings in his pocket, his fingers met something hairy therein, which he had felt also in taking the coin out. He drew it forth to see what it was, and recognized the beard he had worn as the elderly lord. He then remembered to have picked it up from the stage, where it had accidentally fallen, and to have thrust it into his pocket in his haste to leave the theatre and see if the girl in murrey was still about. He now put it back into his pocket. After the wine had gone round three times, the players left the Falcon, to walk from the region of playhouses and bear-gardens to the city, preferring to use their legs rather than go by water from the Falcon stairs.
They went eastward past taverns, dwelling-houses, the town palace of the Bishop of Winchester, and the fine Church of St. Mary Overie, to the street then called Long Southwark; turned leftward to London Bridge, and crossed between the tall houses of rich merchants, mercers, and haberdashers, that of old were built thereon. The river"s roar, through the arches beneath, required the players to shout when they talked, in crossing. Continuing northward and up-hill, past the taverns and fish-market of New Fish Street, their intention being to go at once to the Mermaid, they heeded Master Condell"s suggestion that they tarry on the way for another drink or two; and so turned into Eastcheap, the street of butchers" shops, and thence into the Boar"s Head Tavern, on the south side of the way.
On entering a public parlor, the first person they saw was Captain Bottle, sitting at a table. On the stool opposite him was a young man in a gay satin doublet and red velvet cloak, and with an affected air of self-importance and worldly experience. This person and the captain were engaged in throwing dice, in the intervals of eating.
"What, old rook--captain, I mean," called out Mr. Sly; "must ever be shaking thine elbow, e"en "twixt the dishes at thy supper?"
"An innocent game, sir," said Kit, promptly, concealing his annoyance from his companion. "No money risked, worth speaking of. G.o.d"s body, doth a sixpence or two signify?" And he continued throwing the dice, manifestly wishing the actors would go about their business.
""Tis true, when Captain Bottle plays, it cannot be called gaming," said Master Condell.
"He means," explained Bottle to his companion, in a confidential tone, "that I am clumsy with the dice. A mere child, beshrew me else! A babe in swaddling clothes! "Tis by the most marvellous chance I"ve been winning from you, these few minutes. "Twill come your way soon, and you"ll turn my pockets inside out. Pray wait for me a moment, while I speak to these gentlemen. We have business afoot together."
Kit thereupon rose, strode over to the players, drew them around him, and said, in a low tone:
"What, boys, will ye spoil old Kit"s labor? Will ye scare that birdling away? Will ye keep money from the needy? This gull is clad in coin, he is lined with it, he spits it, he sweats it! He is some country beau, the dandy of some market town, the son of some rustical justice, the c.o.c.k of some village. He comes up to London once a year, sees a little of the outside of our life here, thinks he plays the mad rascal in a tavern or two, and goes home to swagger it more than ever in his village, with stories of the wickedness he hath done in London. An I get not his money, others will, and worse men,--and, perchance, leave him in a worse condition."
"We shall leave him to thy mercy, and welcome. Kit," said Mr.
Shakespeare. "He shall never know thy tricks from us. Come our ways, lads. These village c.o.xcombs ought to pay something for their egregious vanity and ignorance. This fellow will have the less means of strutting it in the eyes of the louts, when Kit hath had his way." The poet was doubtless thinking of the original of his Justice Shallow.[7]
So the players went on to another room, Hal remaining to say in Kit"s ear:
"I knew fellows like this ere I came from the country, and how they prated of London, and of their wildness here. Gull such, if thou must be a cheater."
"Cheater," echoed Kit. "Nay, speak not the word as if it smelt so bad.
Should a man resign his faculties and fall back on chance? Do we leave things to chance in war? Do we not use our skill there, and every advantage G.o.d hath given us? Is not a game a kind of mimic war, and shall not a man use skill and stratagem in games? Go to, lad. Am I a common coney-catcher? Do I cheat with a gang? Do I consort with gull-gropers? An this rustic hath any trick worth two of mine, is he not welcome to play it?"[8]
Whereupon Kit, making no allusion to the borrowed two shillings, although he had already won several times two shillings from the country fopling, returned to the latter and the dice, while Hal joined his own party.
The sight of savory pastry and the smell of fish a-cooking had made some of the players willing to stay and sup at the Boar"s Head; but Shakespeare reminded them that Mr. Burbage was to meet them at the Mermaid later. So they rose presently to set forth, all of them, and especially Hal Marryott, the warmer in head and heart for the wine they had taken. Hal had become animated and talkative. A fuller and keener sense of things possessed him,--of the day"s success, of his own share therein, of the merits of his companions and himself, and of the charms of the lady in murrey and gray. So rich and vivid became his impression of the unknown beauty, that there began to be a seeming as if she were present in spirit. It was as if her immaterial presence pervaded the atmosphere, as if she overheard the talk that now rattled from him, as if her fine eyes were looking from Gothic church windows and the overhanging gables of merchants" houses, while he walked on with the players in the gathering dusk of evening. The party went westward, out of Eastcheap, past London stone in Candlewick Street, through Budge Row and Watling Street, and northward into Bread Street. The last was lined with inns and taverns, and into one of the latter, on the west side of the street, near "golden Cheapside," the actors finally strode. Its broad, plastered, pictured front was framed and intersected by heavy timbers curiously carved, and the great sign that hung before it was the figure of a mermaid in the waves. The tavern stood a little s.p.a.ce back from the street, toward which its ground-floor cas.e.m.e.nts projected far out; and, in addition to its porched front entrance, it had pa.s.sageways at side and rear, respectively from Cheapside and Friday Street.[9]
The long room to which the players ascended had a blaze already in the fireplace (chimneys having become common during the later Tudor reigns), a great square oak table, a few armchairs, some benches, and several stools. The tapestry on the walls was new, for the defeat of the Spanish Armada, which it portrayed, had occurred but a dozen years before. Ere the actors were seated, lighted candles had been brought, and Master Heminge had stepped into the kitchen to order a supper little in accord with the season (it was now Lent) or with the statutes, but obtainable by the privileged,--ribs of beef, capon, sauces, gravies, custard, and other trifles, with a bit of fish for the scrupulous. For players are hungriest after a performance, and there have ever been stomachs least fishily inclined on fish-days, as there are always throats most thirsty for drink where none is allowed; and the hostess of the Mermaid was evidently of a mind with Dame Quickly, who argued, "What"s a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent?"[10] After their walk in the raw air, and regardless of the customary order at meals, the players made a unanimous call for mulled sack. The drawer, who had come at their bidding without once crying "Anon," used good haste to serve it.
"Times have changed," said Mr. Shakespeare, having hung up cloak, hat, and short rapier, and leaning back in his chair, with a relish of its comfort after a day of exertion and tension. ""Tis not so long since there were ever a dozen merry fellows to sup with us when we came from the play."
""Tis strange we see nothing of Raleigh," said Sly, standing by the carved chimneypiece, and stretching his hands out over the fire.
"Nay, "twould be stranger an he came to meet us now," said Laurence Fletcher, "after his show of joy at the earl"s beheading."
The allusion was to Raleigh"s having witnessed from a window in the Tower the death of his great rival, Ess.e.x.
"Nay," said Shakespeare, "though he was a foe to Ess.e.x, who was of our patrons, Sir Walter is no enemy to us. I dare swear he hath stood our advocate at court in our present disfavor. But while our friends of one side are now in prison or seclusion, those of the other side stand aloof from us. And for our player-fellowship, as rivalry among the great hath made bitter haters, so hath compet.i.tion among actors and scribblers spoilt good comradeship."
"Thou"rt thinking how brawny Ben used to sit with us at this table,"
said Sly.
"And wishing he sat here again," said Shakespeare.
"Tut," said Condell, "he is happier at the Devil tavern, where his heavy wisdom hath no fear of being put out of countenance by thy sharper wit. Will."
"A pox on Ben Jonson for a surly, envious dog!" exclaimed Laurence Fletcher. "I marvel to hear thee speak kindly of him, Will. After thy soliciting us to play his comedy, for him to make a mock of thee and our other writers, in the silly pedantic stuff those brats squeak out at the Blackfriars!" Master Fletcher was, evidently, easily heated on the subject of the satirical pieces written by Jonson for the Chapel Royal boys to play at the Blackfriars Theatre, in which the Globe plays were ridiculed.[11] "A pox on him, I say, and his tedious "humors!""
Whereupon Master Fletcher turned his attention to the beef, which had just arrived.
"Nay," said Shakespeare, "his merit hath had too slow a greeting, and too scant applause. So the wit in him hath soured a little,--as wine too long kept exposed, for want of being in request."
"Well," cried Hal Marryott, warmed by copious draughts of the hot sugared sack, "may I never drink again but of h.e.l.l flame, nor eat but at the devil"s own table, if aught ever sour _me_ to such ingrat.i.tude for thy beneficence, Master Shakespeare!"
"Go to, Harry! I have not benefited thee, nor Ben Jonson neither."
"Never, indeed! G.o.d wot!" exclaimed Hal, spearing with his knife-point a slice of beef, to convey it from his platter to his mouth (forks were not known in England till ten years later). "To open thy door to a gentleman just thrown out of an ale-house, to feed him when he hath not money to pay for a radish, to lodge him when he hath not right of tenure to a dung-hill,--these are no benefits, forsooth."
"Was that thy condition, then, when he took thee as coadjutor?" Fletcher asked, a little surprised.