End of the Masquerade
In late Elizabethan England, the poet John Donne is poised to make a life-changing choice...
He thought he’d be in love before, but he was quite wrong. He knew that now. Donne leant against a stone pillar in the shadows of the Great Hall, glass of wine in hand, apparently laconically surveying the elaborately masked dancers in their extravagant costumes moving in the bright candlelight. Abutting the palace of Whitehall, the grand riverside mansion, York House, was en fete tonight. Torches flamed at the main entra...