The Bawdy Basket
“Plagued by memories of his father’s execution and spurred on by thoughts of revenge, he had been unable to steal even a moment’s sleep. Instead, he tossed restlessly on his bed or paced up and down the narrow room. His brain was in such turmoil that it threatened to burst his skull apart. When he could no longer bear the pain, he quit his lodging and hurried to the parish church, spending an hour on his knees in humble supplication. It took its toll on him. By the time he met Nicholas Bracewell, early the next morning, he bore little resemblance to the handsome actor who attracted so much female admiration whenever he appeared onstage with Westfield’s Men. His friend did not recognise him at first. Nicholas peered more closely at him.‘Is it you, Frank?’ he asked.‘Good morrow, Nick.’‘A better day for me than for you, it seems. What ails you?’ ‘Grief has dressed me in its ghostly garb.’‘Then we must find some means to allay that grief.’‘A hopeless task, unless you bring my father back t...o me.’‘His reputation can at least be restored.’They met in Thames Street, close to the busy wharf where vessels returned as they sailed up the estuary from the English Channel.MoreLess
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