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As　to　intelligence　…　a　little　intelligence　is　sufficiently　dramatic；

if　it　is　single。　　A　child　doing　one　thing　at　a　time　and　doing　it

completely；　produces　to　the　eye　a　better　impression　of　mental　life

than　one　receives　from　…　well；　from　a　lecturer。







DONKEY　RACES







English　acting　had　for　some　time　past　still　been　making　a　feint　of

running　the　race　that　wins。　　The　retort；　the　interruption；　the　call；

the　reply；　the　surprise；　had　yet　kept　a　spoilt　tradition　of

suddenness　and　life。　　You　had；　indeed；　to　wait　for　an　interruption

in　dialogue　…　it　is　true　you　had　to　wait　for　it；　so　had　the

interrupted　speaker　on　the　stage。　　But　when　the　interruption　came；

it　had　still　a　false　air　of　vivacity；　and　the　waiting　of　the

interrupted　one　was　so　ill　done；　with　so　roving　an　eye　and　such　an

arrest　and　failure　of　convention；　such　a　confession　of　a　blank；　as

to　prove　that　there　remained　a　kind　of　reluctant　and　inexpert　sense

of　movement。　　It　still　seemed　as　though　the　actor　and　the　actress

acknowledged　some　forward　tendency。



Not　so　now。　　The　serious　stage　is　openly　the　scene　of　the　race　that

loses。　　The　donkey　race　is　candidly　the　model　of　the　talk　in　every

tragedy　that　has　a　chance　of　popular　success。　　Who　shall　be　last？

The　hands　of　the　public　are　for　him；　or　for　her。　　A　certain　actress

who　has　〃come　to　the　front　of　her　profession〃　holds；　for　a　time；　the

record　of　delay。　　〃Come　to　the　front；〃　do　they　say？　　Surely　the

front　of　her　profession　must　have　moved　in　retreat；　to　gain　upon　her

tardiness。　　It　must　have　become　the　back　of　her　profession　before

ever　it　came　up　with　her。



It　should　rejoice　those　who　enter　for　this　kind　of　racing　that　the

record　need　never　finally　be　beaten。　　The　possibilities　of　success

are　incalculable。　　The　play　has　perforce　to　be　finished　in　a　night；

it　is　true；　but　the　minor　characters；　the　subordinate　actors；　can　be

made　to　bear　the　burden　of　that　necessity。　　The　principals；　or　those

who　have　come　〃to　the　front　of　their　profession；〃　have　an　almost

unlimited　opportunity　and　liberty　of　lagging。



Besides；　the　competitor　in　a　donkey　race　is　not；　let　it　be　borne　in

mind；　limited　to　the　practice　of　his　own　tediousness。　　Part　of　his

victory　is　to　be　ascribed　to　his　influence　upon　others。　　It　may　be

that　a　determined　actor　…　a　man　of　more　than　common　strength　of　will

…　may　so　cause　his　colleague　to　get　on　（let　us　say　〃get　on；〃　for

everything　in　this　world　is　relative）；　may　so；　then；　compel　the

other　actor；　with　whom　he　is　in　conversation；　to　get　on；　as　to

secure　his　own　final　triumph　by　indirect　means　as　well　as　by　direct。

To　be　plain；　for　the　sake　of　those　unfamiliar　with　the　sports　of　the

village；　the　rider　in　a　donkey　race　may；　and　does；　cudgel　the　mounts

of　his　rivals。



Consider；　therefore；　how　encouraging　the　prospect　really　is。　　The

individual　actor　may　fail　…　in　fact；　he　must。　　Where　two　people　ride

together　on　horseback；　the　married　have　ever　been　warned；　one　must

ride　behind。　　And　when　two　people　are　speaking　slowly　one　must　needs

be　the　slowest。　　Comparative　success　implies　the　comparative

failure。　　But　where　this　actor　or　that　actress　fails；　the　great

cause　of　slowness　profits；　obviously。　　The　record　is　advanced。

Pshaw！　the　word　〃advanced〃　comes　unadvised　to　the　pen。　　It　is

difficult　to　remember　in　what　a　fatuous　theatrical　Royal　Presence

one　is　doing　this　criticism；　and　how　one's　words　should　go

backwards；　without　exception；　in　homage　to　this　symbol　of　a　throne。



It　is　not　long　since　there　took　place　upon　the　principal　stage　in

London　the　most　important　event　in　donkey…racing　ever　known　until

that　first　night。　　A　tragedian　and　a　secondary　actor　of　renown　had　a

duet　together。　　It　was　in　〃The　Dead　Heart。〃　　No　one　who　heard　it　can

possibly　have　yet　forgotten　it。　　The　two　men　used　echoes　of　one

another's　voice；　then　outpaused　each　other。　　It　was　a　contest　so

determined；　so　unrelaxed；　so　deadly；　so　inveterate　that　you　might

have　slept　between　its　encounters。　　You　did　sleep。　　These　men　were

strong　men；　and　knew　what　they　wanted。　　It　is　tremendous　to　watch

the　struggle　of　such　resolves。　　They　had　their　purpose　in　their

grasp；　their　teeth　were　set；　their　will　was　iron。　　They　were　foot　to

foot。



And　next　morning　you　saw　by　the　papers　that　the　secondary；　but　still

renowned；　actor；　had　succeeded　in　sharing　the　principal　honours　of

the　piece。　　So　uncommonly　well　had　he　done；　even　for　him。　　Then　you

understood　that；　though　you　had　not　known　it；　the　tragedian　must

have　been　beaten　in　that　dialogue。　　He　had　suffered　himself　in　an

instant　of　weakness；　to　be　stimulated；　he　had　for　a　moment　…　only　a

moment　…　got　on。



That　night　was　influential。　　We　may　see　its　results　everywhere；　and

especially　in　Shakespeare。　　Our　tragic　stage　was　always　…　well；

different；　let　us　say　…　different　from　the　tragic　stage　of　Italy　and

France。　　It　is　now　quite　unlike；　and　frankly　so。　　The　spoilt

tradition　of　vitality　has　been　explicitly　abandoned。　　The

interrupted　one　waits；　no　longer　with　a　roving　eye；　but　with

something　almost　of　dignity；　as　though　he　were　fulfilling　ritual。



Benvolio　and　Mercutio　outlag　one　another　in　hunting　after　the

leaping　Romeo。　　They　call　without　the　slightest　impetus。　　One　can

imagine　how　the　true　Mercutio　called　…　certainly　not　by　rote。　　There

must　have　been　pauses　indeed；　brief　and　short…breath'd　pauses　of

listening　for　an　answer；　between　every　nickname。　　But　the　nicknames

were　quick　work。　　At　the　Lyceum　they　were　quite　an　effort　of　memory：

〃Romeo！　　Humours！　　Madman！　　Passion！　　Lover！〃



The　actress　of　Juliet；　speaking　the　words　of　haste；　makes　her

audience　wait　to　hear　them。　　Nothing　more　incongruous　than　Juliet's

harry　of　phrase　and　the　actress's　leisure　of　phrasing。　　None　act；

none　speak；　as　though　there　were　such　a　thing　as　impulse　in　a　play。

To　drop　behind　is　the　only　idea　of　arriving。　　The　nurse　ceases　to　be

absurd；　for　there　is　no　one　readier　with　a　reply　than　she。　　Or；

rather；　her　delays　are　so　altered　by　exaggeration　as　to　lose　touch

with　Nature。　　If　it　is　ill　enough　to　hear　haste　drawled　out；　it　is

ill；　too；　to　hear　slowness　out…tarried。　　The　true　nurse　of

Shakespeare　lags　with　her　news　because　her　ignorant　wits　are　easily

astray；　as　lightly　caught　as　though　they　were　light；　which　they　are

not；　but　the　nurse　of　the　stage　is　never　simply　astray：　she　knows

beforehand　how　long　she　means　to　be；　and　never；　never　forgets　what

kind　of　race　is　the　race　she　is　riding。　　The　Juliet　of　the　stage

seems　to　consider　that　there　is　plenty　of　time　for　her　to　discover

which　is　slain　…　Tybalt　or　her　husband；　she　is　sure　to　know　some

time；　it　can　wait。



A　London　success；　when　you　know　where　it　lies；　is　not　difficult　to

achieve。　　Of　all　things　that　can　be　gained　by　men　or　women　about

their　business；　there　is　one　thing　that　can　be　gained　without　fear

of　failure。　　This　is　time。　　To　gain　time　requires　so　little　wit

that；　except　for　competition；　every　one　could　be　first