Nick laughed, remembering, “And this Tarlton, moving about, suddenly flipped back after he had recited his lines. Now, hear me, all the way back, in the air! Why, his cap was still upon on his head! The man is most fluid.” He shook his head in amazement. Christopher frowned. “Do ye mean limber?” “Aye, that too.” Nick lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head. Christopher cleared his throat and went to his desk, inserted a key and opened a drawer. “Ye asked what I ha’ been workin’ on Nick? Here ‘tis.” He handed his manuscript to Nick. Nick flipped through the pages. “Marry Kit…’tis long. What say you….ah,” He turned to the first page, to the title of the play. “Tamburlaine?” He looked at Christopher, a quizzical expression on his face. “Timur the Lame. I ha’ been readin’ the Turks. He was a great lord, except lame. Now, mind you, my Tamburlaine, is not. As a warrior he is strong and undefeated.” “And what say you now, Kit? Will ye be ta’en the play to London?” Nick smirked at him.
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