"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" I spoke, working desperately to remember my lines. The show would be on in just an hour, and my lines were still not memorized. I needed to hide, and fast.
             How I despised this job. Why, oh, why did I have to have to be my brother's replacement in this play? And to play a woman as well (J. King and W. King)? Fie! Curse that darned, foul black death for taking him. The plague wasn't uncommon, but it was still as just as horrible. The sight of him cold and pale, swelling with buboes, was still freshly burned into my mind (506; vol. 15). I could never fathom why my brother chose to do this for work. Marry, he needed pay, but this was not something I would have chosen. And yet here I stand, sporting this foolish gown and wretched makeup. Why do women do this to themselves? The tight corsets, the massive dresses. It was all foreign to me. And this wig, oh, fain would I rip it off of my head at this very moment if I could (Globe Theatre Female Roles). I sighed, deciding to go out for some fresh air, not wanting to dwell too long on my unfortunate circumstances.
             I walked out from behind the stage, and out on stage into the hot, dry, summer air. I hated hot days like this. The groundlings-citizens who couldn't afford seats-would have to stand on the ground, all clumped and sweaty and foul-smelling. The groundlings would become what we call stinkards ere the time that the first act was finished ("Globe Theatre Facts."). I looked up to see that the black flag was being raised above the three story theater (J. King and W. King), signaling to the audience that a tragedy was to be showing today ( 'Globe Theatre Facts"). I walked out onto the apron, the rectangular platform that thrust out into the audience (J. King and W. King). I stood there in the hot sun, thinking about how horrid today would be. I was lost in thought when I heard Henry yell my name f...