Among the groundlings in their chairs and on the grass, much uneasy shifting and muttering, and tassels flopping this way and that, as mortarboard-wearing scholars turned to each other to enquire as to just who was being made fun of here, or shook their heads, or bowed them low to pray for the souls of the King's Comedians, and of whomever had written this play, and of the King who'd insisted he couldn't make it through a one-night stand at Cambridge without being entertained.