The mafia called a hit on Marlowe, which he barely survived. A friend pulled him away by his boots, and he spent the rest of his life in Glasgow, too terrified to return to London. He sent his manuscripts down by Wells Fargo courier, but the company was nobbled and Shakespeare recopied all his work before it ever reached a publisher. The wily old baldy from Stratford had a great time penning rejection slips, but ensured that a small sums of money kept poor Kit in thin gruel.