In between ignoring the evidence that doesn't suit them, of course.
Hurm. Edward de Vere was an aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassHOLE. *g*
William Cecil was deaf. Damn him for complicating my fiction with his infirmities!
And I'm declaring Christopher Marlowe my favourite person in between Tycho Brahe and Virginia Woolf. Just don't tell him I said so. He's already insufferable.