Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, play — Catharine Arnold, Necropolis: London and Its Dead
Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, play — Catharine Arnold, Necropolis: London and Its Dead
Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, play — Catharine Arnold, Necropolis: London and Its Dead
Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, play — Catharine Arnold, Necropolis: London and Its Dead
Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, play — Catharine Arnold, Necropolis: London and Its Dead
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Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and bones.

— Catharine Arnold, Necropolis: London and Its Dead
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