Bardicide
Gary Taylor, 9 January 1992
“... May ... Thy name they bury, having buried thee; Drones eat thy honey – thou wert the true bee. Peace keep thy soul! Middleton does not say who ‘they’ were, but his readers knew well enough who had ‘cut off’ Nashe’s livelihood. And the other poets of this fable do not fare much better. The Nightingale is, of course, raped Philomel, the archetypal ... ”