Martin Marprelate speaks to his sons from his death-bed, observing that the public now prefers the entertainment offered 'for a penie' by 'the Theatre and Curtaine, and any blind playing house' to the 'stale mirth' of his writings. He laments that actors gain more in two hours work than he has in two years' work, though he admits he has written 'such other twittle twattles; that indeede I had learned in Alehouses, and at the Theater of Lanam and his fellowes[.]' He admits that 'These gambols (my sonnes) are implements for the Stage, and beseeme Iesters, and Plaiers, but are not fit for Church plotters, nor commonwealth casters, such as wee are[.]'
| Name | Event Role(s) | Document Role(s) |
|---|---|---|
| Laneham, John | player | playhouse manager |