Much of the drama written in the English Renaissance has disappeared.
Time can be unkind to materials as fragile as paper and ink, and during Shakespeare’s lifetime and for about a century after his death, plays – even his – were not thought to be worth much trouble. The paper they were written on was useful for lining pie tins, starting fires, or wiping bottoms in the privy: why let it sit unused and unread on a shelf?
Even so, we know a tantalizing thing or two about some of what has been lost. You can learn more about Shakespeare’s lost works here:
Or, you can dive into Interred With Their Bones.
Also, see my post on the moment of discovery that set me on the road to writing Interred.
