"Now, by St. George! Then "twas for naught I let thee gaze so long on "The Swan," and I would thou could"st just have seen thine eyes when they ran up the red flag with the swan broidered upon it. Ay! and also when their trumpeter blew that ear-splitting blast which is their barbarous unmannerly fashion of calling the ma.s.ses in and announcing the play hath opened."
The girl made no reply, but beat a soft, quick tattoo with her little foot on the sanded floor.
After watching her in amused silence Darby again returned to his tantalising recital.
"And I pointed out, as we pa.s.sed it, the "Rose Theatre" where the Lord High Admiral"s men have the boards. Fine gentlemen all, and hail-fellow-well-met with the Earl of Pembroke"s players, though they care little for our Company. Since we have been giving Will Shakespeare"s comedies, the run of luck hath been too much with us to make us vastly popular. Anon, I showed thee "The Hope," dost not remember the red-tiled roof of it? "Tis a private theatre, an"
marvellous comfortable, they tell me. An" thou has forgotten all those; thou surely canst bring to mind the morning we were in Sh.o.r.editch, how I stopped before "The Fortune" and "The Curtain" with thee? "Tis an antiquated place "The Curtain," but the playhouse where Master Shakespeare first appeared, and even now well patronised, for Ben Jonson"s new comedy "Every Man in his Humour" is running there to full houses, an" d.i.c.k Burbage himself hath the leading part."
He paused again, a merry light in his eyes and his lips twitching a little.
"Thou didst see "The Globe" an" my memory fails me not, Deb? "Tis our summer theatre--where I fain we could play all year round--but that is so far impossible as "tis open to the sky, and a shower o" cold rain or an impromptu sprinkling of sleet on one, in critical moments of the play, hath disastrous effect. Come, thou surely hast not forgotten "The Globe," where we of the Lord High Chamberlain"s Company have so oft disported ourselves. Above the entrance there is the huge sign of Atlas carrying his load and beneath, the words in Latin, "_All the world acts a play_.""
Debora tossed her head and caught her breath quickly. "My patience is gone with thee, since thou art minded to take me for a very fool, Darby Thornbury," she said with short cutting inflection. "Hearts mercy!
"Tis not the outside o" the playhouses I desire to see, as thou dost understand--"tis the inside--where Master Shakespeare is and the great Burbage, an" Kemp, an" all o" them. Be not so unkind to thy little sister. I would go in an" see the play--Marry an" amen! I am beside myself to go in with thee, Darby!"
The young actor frowned. "Nay then, Deb," he answered, "those ladies (an" I strain a point to call them so) who enter, are usually masked.
I would not have thee of _them_. The play is but for men, like the bear-baiting and bull-baiting places."
"How can"st thou tell me such things," she cried, "an" so belittle the stage? Listen now! this did I hear thee saying over and over last night. So wonderful it was--and rarely, strangely beautiful--yet fearful--it chilled the blood o" my heart! Still I remembered."
Rising the girl walked to the far end of the room with slow, pretty movement, then lifted her face, so like Darby"s own--pausing as though she listened.
Her brother could only gaze at her as she stood thus, her plain grey gown lying in folds about her, the sun burnishing the red-gold of her hair; but when she began to speak he forgot all else and only for the moment heard Juliet--the very Juliet the world"s poet must have dreamed of.
On and on she spoke with thrilling intensity. Her voice, in its full sweetness, never once failed or lost the words. It was the long soliloquy of the maid of Capulet in the potion scene. After she finished she stood quite still for a moment, then swayed a little and covered her face with her hands.
"It taketh my very life to speak the words so," she said slowly, "yet the wonder of them doth carry me away from myself. But," going over to Darby, "but, dear heart, how dost come thou art studying such a part?
"Tis just for the love of it surely!"
The player rose and walked to the small window. He stood there quite still and answered nothing.
Debora laid one firm, soft hand upon his and spoke, half coaxingly, half diffidently, altogether as though touching some difficult question.
"Dost take the part o" Juliet, dear heart?"
"Ay!" he answered, with a short, hard laugh. "They have cast me for it, without my consent. At first I was given the lines of Mercutio, then, after all my labour over the character--an" I did not spare myself--was called on to give it up. There has been difficulty in finding a Juliet, for Cecil Davenant, who hath the sweetest voice for a girl"s part of any o" us, fell suddenly ill. In an evil moment "twas decided I might make shift to take the character, for none other in the Company com"th so near it in voice, they say, though Ned Shakespeare hath a pink and white face, comely enow for any girl. Beshrew me, sweetheart--but I loathe the taking of such parts. To succeed doth certainly bespeak some womanish beauty in one--to fail doth mar the play. At best I must be as the Master says, "too young to be a man, too old to be a boy." "Tis but the third time I have essayed such a role, an "t shall be the last, I swear."
"I would I could take the part o" Juliet for thee, Darby," said the girl, softly patting the sleeve of his velvet tabard.
"Thou art a pretty comforter," he answered, pinching her ear lightly and trying to recover himself.
""Twould suit thee bravely, Deb, yet I"d rather see thee busy over a love affair of thine own at home in Shottery. Ah, well! I"d best whistle "Begone dull care," for "twill be a good week before we give the people the new play, though they clamour for it now. We are but rehearsing as yet, and "Two Gentlemen of Verona" hath the boards."
"I would I could see the play if but for once," said Debora, clasping her hands about his arm. "Indeed," coaxingly, "thou could"st manage to take me an" thou did"st have the will."
Darby knit his brows and answered nothing, yet the girl fancied he was turning something in his mind. With a fair measure of wisdom for one so eager she forebore questioning him further, but glanced up in his face, which was grave and unreadable.
Perchance when she had given up all hope of any favourable answer, he spoke.
"There is a way--though it pleases me not, Deb--whereby thou might be able to see the rehearsals at least. The Company a.s.sembles at eight of the morning, thou dost know; now I could take thee in earlier by an entrance I wot of, at Blackfriars, a little half-hidden doorway but seldom used--thence through my tiring-room--and so--and so--where dost think?"
"Nay! I know not," she exclaimed. "Where then, Darby?"
"To the Royal Box!" he answered. ""Tis fair above the stage, yet a little to the right. The curtains are always drawn closely there to save the tinselled velvet and cloth o" gold hangings with which "t hath lately been fitted. Now I will part these drapings ever so little, yet enough to give thee a full sweeping view o" the stage, an" if thou keep"st well to the back o" the box, Deb, thou wilt be as invisible to us as though Queen Mab had cast her charmed cloak about thee. Egad!
there be men amongst the High Chamberlain"s Players I would not have discover thee for many reasons, my little sister," he ended, watching her face.
For half a moment the girl"s lips quivered, then her eyes gathered two great tears which rolled heavily down and lay glittering on her grey kirtle.
""Tis ever like this with me!" she exclaimed, dashing her hand across her eyes, "whenever I get what I have longed and longed for. First com"th a ball i" my throat, then a queer trembling, an" I all but cry.
"Tis vastly silly is"t not, but "tis just by reason o" being a girl one doth act so." Then eagerly, "Thou would"st not fool me, Darby, or change thy mind? Thou art in earnest? Swear it! Cross thy heart!"
"Ay! I am in earnest," he replied, smiling; "in very truth thou shalt see thy brother turn love-sick maid and mince giddily about in petticoats. I warrant thou"lt be poppy-red, though thou art hidden behind the gold curtains, just to hear the n.o.ble Romeo vow me such desperate lover"s vows."
"By St. George, Deb! we have a Romeo who might turn any maid"s heart and head. He is a handsome, admirable fellow, Sherwood, and hath a way with him most fascinating. He doth act even at rehearsals as though "twere all most deadly pa.s.sionate reality, and this with only me for inspiration. I oft" fancy what "twould be--his love-making--an" he had a proper Juliet--one such as thou would"st make, for instance."
"I will have eyes only for thee, Darby," answered Debora, softly, "but for thee, an", yes, for Master Will Shakespeare, should he be by."
"He is often about the theatre, sweet, but hath no part in this new play. No sooner hath he one written, than another is under his pen; and I am told that even now he hath been reading lines from a wonderful strange history concerning a Jew of Venice, to a party of his friends--Ben Jonson and d.i.c.k Burbage, and more than likely Lord Brooke--who gather nightly at "The Mermaid," where, thou dost remember, Master Shakespeare usually stays."
"I forget nothing thou dost tell me of him," said the girl, as she turned to leave the room. "O wilt take me with thee on the morrow, Darby? Wilt really take me?----"
"On the morrow," he answered, watching her away.
CHAPTER IV
IV
Thus it fell that each morning for one heavenly week Debora Thornbury found herself safely hidden away in what was called by courtesy "The Royal Box." In truth her Majesty had never honoured it, but commanded the players to journey down to Greenwich when it was her whim to see their performances. Now, in 1597, the Queen had grown too world-weary to care much for such pastimes, and rarely had any London entertainment at Court, save a concert by her choir boys from St. Paul"s--for these lads with their ofttimes beautiful faces, and their fine voices, she loved and indulged in many ways.
At first Debora felt strangely alone after Darby left her in the little compartment above the stage at Blackfriars. Lingering about it was a pa.s.sing sweet odour, for the silken cushions were stuffed with fragrant gra.s.ses from the West Indies, and the hand-railings and footstools were of carven sandalwood. Mingled with these heavy perfumes was the scent of tobacco, since the young n.o.bles who usually filled the box indulged much in the new weed.
The girl would lean back against the seat in this dim, richly coloured place, and give her mind up to a perfect enjoyment of the moment.
From her tiny aperture in the curtains, skilfully arranged by Darby, she could easily see the stage--all but the east wing--and, furthermore, had a fair view of the two-story circular building.
How gay it must be, she thought, when filled in gallery and pit with a merry company! How bright and glittering when all the great cressets and cl.u.s.ters of candles were alight! How charming to feel free to come and go here as one would, and not have to be conveyed in by private doorways like a bale of smuggled goods!
Then she would dream of olden times, when the sable friars went in and out of the old Dominican friary that stood upon the very place where the theatre was now built.
""Twas marvellous strange," she thought, "that it should be a playhouse that was erected on this ground that used to be a place of prayer."
So the time would pa.s.s till the actors a.s.sembled. They were a jovial, swaggering, happy-go-lucky lot, and it took all their Master-player"s patience to bring them into straight and steady work. But when the play once began each one followed his part with keen enthusiasm, for there was no half-hearted man amongst the number.
Debora watched each actor, listened for each word and cue the prompter gave them with an absorbed intensity she was scarcely conscious of.