rom across the stage. "Sampson! Come, anon, young lad! Let us rehearse. The performance will begin ere you know it!" he said. Henry was fortunate to be older, because he got to play Romeo, a male role. The older boys almost always got to play their actual gender (Globe Theater Female Roles). It was somewhat expected for him to be playing Romeo. Henry's family was wealthy, and he was handsome and muscled, not scrawny and young like a lot of the boys here, including me. He wasn't the brightest or the most intelligent, but what did that matter when you looked like him? He didn't have to wear this horrible makeup like I did, which at this moment was itching fervently in the blistering heat. I sighed and walked over to him reluctantly.
             We spent almost an hour going over the balcony scene, the one scene that gave me the most trouble. Just as we were about to start the scene over, I hear
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