The times., 1898-12-18

He jests at scars that never felt a
wound,'
Miss W. o.-God bless my souIl You
say it as If you'd come out of the accident
ward at a hospital, Starts up) Put
some fire-some lightness-into it.
He jests at scars that never felt a
woundn'
Jon, can put fire enough into tiff
that's what you want. Very loud)
He iests at scars that never felt a
wound"
Miss W. O.-Good gracious, That's not
it. You'd wake the whole House of Capu-
let if you beloved like that, You must
indicate the enthusiasm of the impassion-
ed youth-the rebound of his high spirits,
after his disappointment in Rosalind-a
wound so slight that it has left no scar
and
J.-You don't mean that must indi-
cate all this in that one line?
Miss W. O.-Of course, you must, But
remember all the time that he has stolen
into the garden of his arch-enemyi How
ever, you must study the speech by your
self. Pass on to the cheek upon her
handu'
J.-"see how she leans her cheek upon
her hand.' Quickly advancing)
Miss w. Ooh, stop. stop. You've a
great deal too much cheek Why do you
plunge forward like that, as though you
were going to knock her down?
I'LL wanted to show my emotion
my
Miss w. O.-Your legs are meant for
| motion-not emotion, Mr.. Jarvis. Let
your voice steal out those beautiful
words in a tremulous whisper,
J. (repeats in a whisper)-"See, how
| she leafs her cheek upon her hand.
| tThen, forgetting himselD oh, that
were a glove upon that hand, (waxes
| louder that l might touch that cheek,'
Miss w. O.-Heavensi You say it as II
| you were going to box her earsl If had
a glove upon this hand. l think l should
box yours! You talk like prize fighter
about the glovel Have you no sense Ct
the tenderness-the passion-the yearn.
| ing rapture of those words?
| "Oh, that 1 We're glove upon thai
| hand.
That / might touch that cheek.''
Coming down from behind table, All
me.
j. "She speaks,
o, speak again, bright angel; for tho,
art
AS glorious to this night, being Ger m!
head
AS is winged messenger from heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eye
OF mortals that fall back to gaze on h m
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air!'
Miss w. O.-That's better-thats NOR
like it. CRuns behind table, and lean
over books.)
20. Romeo Romeo! Wherefore art tho
Romeo?'
You must look startled when I say thai
Don't stand there like a stock or stone
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name
Or, il thou wilt not, be but sworn m
love.
And FL no longer be a Capulet''
CA Tough cough behind scenes
]. 0istens)-Shall l hear more? Q
shall l speak at this?
Miss W. O.-What are you thinking of
You ought to be bursting with joy-hardl
able to contain yourself. AS it is, Mr.
Chant couldn't have appeared mor
shocked at the Empire than you dol
J.-Well you told me not to shou
There is no pleasing you!
Miss W. o.-There might be, if you wel
. in love-really in love! (Sighs) Well, 4
matter, my speech. We will pass on
Take all myself"
il take thee at thy word!
Call me but love, and be new baptized;
Henceforth l never will be Romeo!"
Miss w. O.-Here you must step 70
: ward into the light, and mind you don
fall, or Juliet will seem to be making
' horrid pun when she says: /"
What man art thou that thus bescreen
by night
: So stumblest on my counsel?"
]. with increasing energy)-"By nan
: know not how to tell thee who am;