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is in no true sense the invention of the author; and The Little Clay Cart is the only drama of invention which is "full of rascals."But a spirit so powerful as that of King Shudraka could not be confined within the strait-jacket of the minute, and sometimes puerile, rules of the technical works. In the very title of the drama, he has disregarded the rule that the name of a drama of invention should be formed by compounding the names of heroine and hero. Again, the books
m nothingbut horrors, he may well ask--"Where's the entertainment for the manwho wants an evening's amusement?" The humor of a farce may not seemover-refined to a particular class of intelligence; but there arethousands of people who take an honest pleasure in it. And who, afterseeing my old friend J.L. Toole in some of his famous parts, andhaving laughed till their sides ached, have not left the theatre morebuoyant and light-hearted than they came? Well, if the stage hasbeen thus
: "No; if it happened to strike on that train anywhere, itmight spoil one of the folds. I can't risk it." A ring is heard atthe apartment door. They spring to their feet simultaneously.MRS. ROBERTS: "There's Aunt Mary now!" She calls into thevestibule, "Aunt Mary!" DR. LAWTON, putting aside the vestibule portiere, with affectedtimidity: "Very sorry. Merely a father." MRS. ROBERTS: "Oh! Dr. Lawton? I am so glad to see you!" Shegives him her hand:
Miss DORA BARTON.Jane Miss FORRESTER. The Play produced under the direction of Mr. H. DE LANGE. The ACTION of the play takes place in Denham's Studio inLondon, at the PRESENT DAY. The Black Cat. Act I. _Scene: Denham's Studio. Large highlight window in sloping roof atback. Under it, in back wall, door to landing. L of thedoor the corner is curtained off for model's dressing-room.R of door a large Spanish leather folding screen, whichruns on castors, shuts off from the door the other corner, in
Nay, old friend--[to ALCIMEDON, who wants to break in; then to ORESTES again]--though you slay us all, you have but lost the food and shelter we had given you; and the shedder of blood escapes not the Dread Watchers.ORESTES. [Who had been cooling, starts and threatens her.] What know you of the Dread Watchers? ANDROMACHE. And there is little glory in the slaying of a woman, and little gain. ORESTES. [Wildly.] What woman? Who are you that taunt me? Priest, is this your witch? ALCIMEDON.