I rest my case.
Henslowe's Diary is basically an oldey-time account book chronicling money lending from a man who also happened to own the Rose theatre. According to some critics he was a bit slow/potentially functionally illiterate. While this has been hotly contested by other scholars, he has recorded several performances of Titus Andronicus as "Tittus & Ondronicus," so you be the judge on that one. In case you're interested (and who wouldn't be?), a man named Robarte borrowed roughly 20 pounds on the 25th of 'febreary,' 1598 for a 'boocke called the myller'.
On the bright side, while I was eagerly and captivated-ly perusing this non-stop thrill ride of a book, the Globe's music department was practicing their military drums/trumpets for the entry of Henry IV later that afternoon, which felt a bit like time travel and made me geek out in a huge way.
In a few weeks or so the actors move out of their dressing rooms in the Globe and then we all get one as a 'study corral'. I'm not crazy about the image of MA students as a bunch of studying bison, but I'm presuming this will be a similar geekcitement opportunity, and am pretty jazzed about it as well.
