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The completion of the theatre this year marked the completion of this vision. Sam Wanamaker, the visionary behind the Globe (and father to actress Zoe), envisioned plays being performed all year round. The theatre itself is a wonder to behold. Shuffling along a raised platform to find my place, however, I was pleasantly surprised by the view and acoustics. I had managed to secure the very last ticket in the entire run of Malfi, a ten quid standing job on the last row of the upper balcony, which had - my booking webpage informed me - 'a severely restricted view'.

Thomas Carlyle, Kenneth Williams, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, Dr Johnson. Strolling from Kings X down towards the river I passed the homes of many great, and not so great, former Londoners. John Webster's tragedy, the very first production at the new Sam Wanamaker theatre at the Globe? Then, a couple of hours later, Christopher Marlowe's Dr Faustus, performed in the remains of the Rose Theatre, the very place it was performed 420 years ago? Reckless behaviour.

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I mean, talk about dabbling with crack cocaine. Such musings aside, rattling down the rails towards London, I viewed the prospect of the forthcoming dramatic marathon with excitement, conscious that this day could mark the point when my Bardoholicism escalated to an addiction to English renaissance plays generally. Faustus was clever and powerful the Duchess, sexy and spirited. Who would win in a fight between Dr Faustus and the Duchess of Malfi? This question bugged me as I contemplated seeing two major Enlightenment performances in one day.

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