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@bestatfailing.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 4:21 PM

My review of the essential @ardenpublisher.bsky.social Early Modern Drama edition of Edward II, edited by @jmasten.bsky.social, if anyone is interested.
currentshakespeare.substack.com/p/christophe...
#ChristopherMarlowe

@lazarustheatre.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 9:07 AM

(Stabbing his arm)
"Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,
I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood
Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's,
Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!”

#DOCTORFAUSTUS
#ChristopherMarlowe
#EarlyModernMonday
📸Our 2022 production of Doctor Faustus by Charlie Flint

@v2melody.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 7:03 PM

A romantic poem, now set to music.

New musical poem: "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe

https://v2melody.com/public_poem_details.php?poem_id=41

NI + AI = V2M

#suno #AIMusic #AIArt #Poem #ChristopherMarlowe

"The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe — musical poem on V2Melody
@catsbearsandme.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:56 PM

#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#ChristopherMarlowe

That Passionate Shepherd To His Love
by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the Rocks, Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow Rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing Madrigals. And I will make thee beds of Roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty Lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and Ivy buds, With Coral clasps and Amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love. The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love.