ABSTRACT
It would be wel l enough i f we could indeed know what song the sirens sung. It would perhaps be better still i f we could know more about the scores o f Elizabethan plays o f which nothing remains but the bare mention o f them in Henslowe's Diary. Titles survive, the names o f authors, and even perhaps the sum o f Henslowe's share o f the takings day by day. But the flesh and blood o f many a great play has been buried beyond recovery, and Henslowe only serves to make us the more sadly aware o f the outrages that time and chance have wrought.
