On the face of it, Charles Marowitz’s play Murdering Marlowe has more than a little in common with Clemence Dane’s Will Shakespeare.

Like Miss Dane, Marowitz goes for blank verse. Like Miss Dane, he places young Shakespeare firmly in the shadow of young Marlowe. Like Miss Dane, puts a woman between the two – more or less torn. Like Miss Dane’s, his Anne Hathaway is left-behind and whiny. Continue reading →