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With everyone watching? SHANK. That’s what actors do, you little squit. ) Stop putting him off. ) Go on. STEPHEN starts. He’s not exactly terrible but he’s very inexperienced and his interpretation is excessively fey. STEPHEN. . SHANK. Stop! No good. Out. STEPHEN starts to go. And you may say to Master Gunnell that I’ll be calling on him this evening. STEPHEN (shouts). I can’t tell him anything, ’cause he’s gone. He’s about to disappear through the door. SHANK. Wait! STEPHEN stops. Did you say ‘gone’?
What do you want? STEPHEN. I come from Master Gunnell’s theatre, sir. SHANK. Come in. STEPHEN takes a step in. No, come in properly. Where are the rest of you? STEPHEN. There’s only me, sir. TRIGG. ’ ALEX. ’ SHANK. Ssh! ) What do you mean, boy? STEPHEN. I bring a message, sir, from Master Gunnell. SHANK. Yes? STEPHEN. He sends his compliments and says he cannot provide you with the five young boys he promised you for tomorrow. . I. Or me. Whichever it is. TRIGG. This boy’s peculiar. ALEX. Are we going to have to act with him?
No! I’m the host. He sits on the floor, starts filling the pipe. It involves shredding the leaves and who knows what else. Lighting it is done with a flint from his pocket. Meanwhile: Are you nervous about tomorrow? HONEY. No. STEPHEN. Nor me. I’m feeling thoroughly cool and calm. I’ve seen the play four times. You were always Titania except for once when you’d twisted your ankle. Richard Sharpe went on for you, and he was beneath contempt. You play her wonderfully. Last time you said ‘But she, being mortal, of that child did die,’ I thought my heart would break, it was so sad.
Cressida by Nicholas Wright