Imagine Will Shakespeare on his death bed, visited by his friend Ben Jonson. What would they talk about? Such is apparently the premise of The Careful Glover, a new play by Jim Baines:
Ben arrives and meets spirited, restless Judith almost immediately. She takes him to her father, where the two swap memories, sing songs and get soused. It is in these moments that Will admits to having one more script almost finished, one that should get tongues wagging again back in London. Will gets Ben to promise to get the play produced.
I think I’d like this one. Maybe somebody here can help me with something, though. Does this sentence make any sense?
There are some yawning minutes in Act II when Will is awash on his own version of Macbeth’s moor, a storm raging in a transparent nod to Shakespeare’s fondness to show nature’s fury when earthly relationships — individuals, families, countries — go awry.
Is that a Macbeth thing, or a Lear thing? Took me a couple of readings of “moor” to realize he wasn’t talking about Othello. 🙂