Boys -- Fiction; City and town life -- Fiction; Newspaper employees -- Fiction
The subordinate actor at the wing suddenly dropped the towel and the
lump of ice. He had caught his cue, and with a stiff, ungainly gait
he strode upon the stage. The star had returned also, and with his
reappearance the plaudits broke forth.
"There he is again!" exclaimed the manager enthusiastically. "He is
playing in fine form to-night,--every inch the Prince of Denmark!"
Ned, too, was looking at the stage from his nook in the great man's
chair behind the wing. The by-play behind the scenes had absorbed him
hitherto, but he grew intensely interested when the star spoke to the
actor who had lurked and listened in the wings. Hamlet seemed to be
instructing him how to play a part, and in honest fact the subordinate
had shown in a scene in the previous act that he stood in grievous need
of such tuition.
"Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly
on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had
as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much
with your hand, thus; but use all gently; for in the very torrent,
tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire
and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me
to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion
to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who,
for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows
and noise; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant;
it out-herods Herod. Pray you, avoid it."
All at once was presented a strange, unexpected attraction, not set
down in the bills. The four or five players to whom this is addressed
are wont to receive it with bows of acquiescence, intelligent glances
at each other and at their instructor to express comprehension,
concurrence of opinion, and willingness. The actor who had lurked and
listened had the rôle of the "first player," and was the spokesman of
the party. He led these demonstrations with sufficient discretion, but
when his cue was given he responded with a hoarse drunken thickness
ornamented with an unmistakable hiccup.
"I'se warrant yer (hic) honor!"
His potations before he made his first appearance this evening had not
been so deep as to intoxicate him, but he had since reinforced them
heavily. He had sought to sober himself by a cold application to the
head and neck before again "going on;" the heated air, however, and the
excitement were fast doing away with its good effects.
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