There is not a maid in any tavern in Fleet Street who does not think George Peele the properest man in London.

And yet, Greene being absent, scouring the street with Cutting Ball--whose sister is mother of poor Fortunatus Greene--Peele is the most dissolute man in the Globe to-night.

There is a sad little daughter sitting up for him at home, and she will have to sit wearily till morning.

Marlowe's praises would sink deeper into Will's heart if the author of the "Jew of Malta" were less unsteady on his legs.

And yet he takes Kit's words kindly, and is glad to hear that "Titus Andronicus," produced the other day, pleases the man whose praise is most worth having.