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See, how these rascals use me! They will not let my play run;
and yet they steal my thunder.
See, how these rascals use me! They will not let my play run;
and yet they steal my thunder.
To grasp the full significance of life is the actor's duty, to interpret it is his problem, and to express read more
To grasp the full significance of life is the actor's duty, to interpret it is his problem, and to express it his dedication.
As good as a play.
As good as a play.
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a read more
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace.
If you took acting away from me, I'd stop breathing.
If you took acting away from me, I'd stop breathing.
A long, exact, and serious comedy;
In every scene some moral let it teach,
And, if it read more
A long, exact, and serious comedy;
In every scene some moral let it teach,
And, if it can, at once both please and preach.
A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.
A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.
The actor who slapped you on the stage waits behind
the curtain to congratulate you on your performance
Sai Baba
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The actor who slapped you on the stage waits behind
the curtain to congratulate you on your performance
Sai Baba
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Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks;
Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks.
The founder's read more
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks;
Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks.
The founder's you: the table is the place:
The carvers we: the prologue is the grace.
Each act, a course, each scene, a different dish,
Though we're in Lent, I doubt you're still for flesh.
Satire's the sauce, high-season'd, sharp and rough.
Kind masks and beaux, I hope you're pepperproof?
Wit is the wine; but 'tis so scarce the true
Poets, like vintners, balderdash and brew.
Your surly scenes, where rant and bloodshed join.
Are butcher's meat, a battle's sirloin:
Your scenes of love, so flowing, soft and chaste,
Are water-gruel without salt or taste.
