SCENE: Deptford tavern, I June, 1593. Early evening. -- Doors and casements wide. No lights within the tavern. -- Outside, a red afterglow. -- A solitary figure blots the light from the window, right; it is MARLOWE sitting in his accustomed place, his cup before him. Without, at a little distance, the BELLMAN'S voice is heard in a sing-song call. MARLOWElifts his head and listens.
PAST -- seven -- o'clock -- and a sultry evening.
'It strikes, it strikes! Now body turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell! O mercy, heaven I look not so fierce on me! Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile.' --
Past -- seven -- o'clock -- and a sultry evening.