"I have sent and bene all thys morning huntyng for players Juglers & Such kinde of Creaturs, but fynde them harde to finde, wherfore Leavinge notes for them to seeke me, Burbage ys come, & sayes ther ys no new playe that the quene hath not seene, but they have revyved an olde one, Cawled Loves Labore lost, which for wytt & mirthe he sayes will please her exceedingly. And Thys ys apointed to be playd to Morowe night at my Lord of Sowthamptons, unless yow send a wrytt to Remove the Corpus Cum Causa to your howse in Strande. Burbage ys my messenger Ready attendyng your pleasure."
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Sir Walter Cope, Letter to Robert Cecil (1604); F. E. Halliday (ed.) Shakespeare and His Critics, rev. ed. (London: Gerald Duckworth & Co. Ltd., 1958), pp. 152–3
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