Much Ado About Murder

These simple players wore their hearts upon their sleeves and everything they did was boistrous and demonstrative, done not only with feeling, but frequently with an overabundance of it. Smythe found it impossible to be around them without his spirits soon being raised. They gave an honest, open boon companionship that was worth more to him than all the money he could make working as a journeyman in Liam Bailey’s shop or elsewhere.

It was something that his father had never understood, nor did Smythe hope to ever make him understand it. The world his father lived in now seemed as far removed from him as the life that he had left behind. And good riddance, too, he thought. He had walked away from it without a backward glance the day that he had started on the road to London. What did chasing dreams of wealth, social position, and respectability ever do for his father? He had managed, with diligence and perseverence-and more than a little bribery-to make himself a gentleman at last, and to give him his due, it was an achievement of no small scope for a man of his beginnings. Nevertheless, it proved not to be enough. No sooner had he hung up his newly won escutcheon than he began to covet spurs. And where had it all left him? In debt, and nearly penniless, dependent on his brother’s charity to help keep him out of prison. Surely, there was a lesson to be learned in that.

Meanwhile, Tuck had come to London without anything at all save the clothes upon his back and a friend that he had made upon his journey, and now, for all that times were difficult, he felt richer by far than he had ever been. He had a place to live, where many shivered on the streets at night. He had work that helped to feed and clothe him, where many went hungry every day. He had a trade, of sorts, that admitedly he was not much good at, but it gave him pleasure and he felt that he was learning how to be a better player every day… or at the very least, he tried his best to learn. While his father, who had accused him of being a wastrel, had wasted his own life, Tuck had built a life in which not one moment felt wasted. The thought of losing this life and these friends was more than he could bear. Somehow, despite their difficulties, he felt certain they would manage. Somehow, he knew that they would see it through.

They began rehearsing one of their old standards, The Wastrel and the Maid, a comedy about a rogue who sought to woo and bed a virtuous maiden, and it seemed only natural for Ben to play the rogue, because he was by far the most handsome among them and the most suited to the part. Burbage took the demanding part of the young maiden’s much beleagured father, once played to great acclaim by Edward Alleyn, and Kemp took the part he always played, that of the rogue’s hapless, comic henchman. George Bryan, as the youngest and the slightest of them, was assigned to play the maiden. Sadly, they had lost both their juveniles, one of whom had sickened and died at the beginning of the plague season and the other, doubtless frightened by the fate which had befallen his young companion, ran away to parts unknown. They had not yet managed to find suitable replacements, but for that matter, they had not looked very hard, either. Any juvenile apprentices that the company took on would have to be housed and fed by the players, and without being certain where their own next meals were coming from, none of them wished to take on such an additional expense.

The play was old enough that Dickens was able to remember some of it, having played the part of the maiden when he was a boy. Needless to say, he did not have any of the same lines, some of which had been changed in the intervening years in any case, but it all came to him quickly, the way a familiar task comes to one who has not practiced it in a while, but has never entirely forgotten. They all worked with prompting from Will Shakespeare, who as book holder gave them their lines if they could not remember-Kemp, of course, being the chief offender save for Dickens, who had to learn almost everything anew-and if some line or bit of business did not seem quite right, they experimented with changes on the spot.