His face is placid, for he does not know that the tobacco Ned is handing him is the Arcadia Mixture.

I love Ned Alleyn, and like to think that Shakespeare got the Arcadia from him.
For a moment let us turn from Shakespeare at this crisis in his life.
Alleyn has left him and is paying the score.

Marlowe remains where he fell.

Nash has forgotten where he lodges, and so sets off with Peele to an ale-house in Pye Corner, where George is only too well known.

Kempe and Cowley are sent home in baskets.
Again we turn to the figure in the corner, and there is such a light on his face that we shade our eyes.