The thing about plays that have already been beloved by generations of audiences is that audiences already love them. The trick is going to be coming up with a play that was once beloved but is now largely forgotten.
You consider and discard several old chestnuts that will immediately be recognized. Eventually, a play swims up from the depths of your memory. It was a comedy about the bedroom exploits of nobles, but it featured a stirring speech that will be perfect for your guard.
Finally, you dip your pen and write the words "The End." You bundle up the completed manuscript and carry it to the Odeon.
Matty looks at you, and the manuscript, wearily. "Is it finished? It had better be. I've got actors talking about leaving town until all this—" She throws up her hands to indicate the curse, the unrest in the city, and the general state of affairs. "—improves. Whenever that might be. They need to be rehearsing, not worrying."
"It's finished," you say, and offer Matty the manuscript.
She waves it off. "Fall of Atlantis, bunch of expensive effects, I don't need to read it. Go show it to Nichol."
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