Sometimes I can tell you pitch your voice low.
I'm not sure this has an intended effect.
In this play we script on the fly, on the go
and may someday mount, I refuse to bet.
How better it is on this early stage
to let us inhabit and stretch our roles
as we strut and we fret. We signify sound
by our eyes and ears, and your beautiful nose.
I would not cast another actress for this.
I am glad the Shakespearean fad has gone out
for casting the boys in female parts. So cruel
once their voices broke, no doubt. No female
parts for you now, dude! Well I'm sure
those disposed made do enough. But for you,
I am glad you have signed up to play.
I think you're the only one up to snuff.
The language is evolving, even as we speak.
The roles we aren't playing at all do, too.
It's as if method acting were not for freaks
who don't know what persons like this should do.
Who prod the director for motivation.
Who nag them for tics and for limps, hunchbacked
while they drag a game leg around the stage
attempting to be so real with that.
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