Kids, heed this warning,
Before you run to London –
Write plays, you get shanked.
The playwright Christopher Marlowe was killed in a bar 425 years ago today, in the finest theatrical tradition. Was it because of secret spy business? Or because of a fight over the bill? Who can say for sure?
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