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womanā€™s breasts. And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.ā€ Although I knew it was just folded towel Martin was touching with his fingertips as he lifted them to the top half of his green bodice, I got carried away, he made it so real. I decided boys can play girls better than people think. Maybe they should do it a little more often, and girls play boys too.

Then Sid-Macbeth came back to his wife from the wars, looking triumphant but scared because the murder-ideaā€™s started to smoulder in him, and she got busy fanning the blaze like any other good little hausfrau intent on her husband rising in the company and knowing that sheā€™s the power behind him and that when there are promotions someoneā€™s always got to get the axe. Sid and Martin made this charming little domestic scene so natural yet gutsy too that I wanted to shout hooray. Even Sid clutching Martin to that ridiculous pot-chested cuirass didnā€™t have one note of horseplay in it. Their bodies spoke. It was the McCoy.

After that, the play began to get real good, the fast tempo and exaggerated facial expressions actually helping it. By the time the Dagger Scene came along I was digging my fingernails into my sweaty palms. Which was a good thingā ā€”my eating up the play, I meanā ā€”because it kept me from looking at the audience again, even taking a fast peek. As youā€™ve gathered, audiences bug me. All those people out there in the shadows, watching the actors in the light, all those silent voyeurs as Bruce calls them. Why, they might be anything. And sometimes (to my mind-wavery sorrow) I think they are. Maybe crouching in the dark out there, hiding among the others, is the one who did the nasty thing to me that tore off the top of my head.

Anyhow, if I so much as glance at the audience, I begin to get ideas about itā ā€”and sometimes even if I donā€™t, as just at this moment I thought I heard horses restlessly pawing hard ground and one whinny, though that was shut off fast. Krishna kressed us! I thought, Skiddy canā€™t have hired horses for Nefer-Elizabeth much as heā€™s a circus man at heart. We donā€™t have that kind of money. Besidesā ā€”

But just then Sid-Macbeth gasped as if he were sucking in a bucket of air. Heā€™d shed the cuirass, fortunately. He said, ā€œIs this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?ā€ and the play hooked me again, and I had no time to think about or listen for anything else. Most of the offstage actors were on the other side of the stage, as thatā€™s where they make their exits and entrances at this point in the Second Act. I stood alone in the wings, watching the play like a bug, frightened only of the horrors Shakespeare had in mind when he wrote it.

Yes, the play was going great. The Dagger Scene was terrific where Duncan gets murdered offstage, and so was the part afterwards where hysteria mounts as the crimeā€™s discovered.

But just at this point I began to catch notes I didnā€™t like. Twice someone was late on entrance and came on as if shot from a cannon. And three times at least Sid had to throw someone a line when they blew upā ā€”in the clutches Sidā€™s better than any prompt book. It began to look as if the play were getting out of control, maybe because the new tempo was so hot.

But they got through the Murder Scene okay. As they came trooping off, yelling ā€œWell contented,ā€ most of them on my side for a change, I went for Sid with a towel. He always sweats like a pig in the Murder Scene. I mopped his neck and shoved the towel up under his doublet to catch the dripping armpits.

Meanwhile he was fumbling around on a narrow table where they lay props and costumes for quick changes. Suddenly he dug his fingers into my shoulder, enough to catch my attention at this point, meaning Iā€™d show bruises tomorrow, and yelled at me under his breath, ā€œAnd you love me, our crows and robes. Presto!ā€

I was off like a flash to the costumery. There were Mr. and Mrs. Mackā€™s king-and-queen robes and stuff hanging and sitting just where I knew theyā€™d have to be.

I snatched them up, thinking, Boy, they made a mistake when they didnā€™t tell me about this special performance, and I started back like Flash Two.

As I shot out the dressing room door the theater was very quiet. Thereā€™s a short low-pitched scene on stage then, to give the audience a breather. I heard Miss Nefer say loudly (it had to be loud to get to me from even the front of the audience): ā€œā€Šā€™Tis a good bloody play, Eyes,ā€ and some voice I didnā€™t recognize reply a bit grudgingly, ā€œThereā€™s meat in it and some poetry too, though rough-wrought.ā€ She went on, still as loudly as if she owned the theater, ā€œā€Šā€™Twill make Master Kyd bite his nails with jealousyā ā€”ha, ha!ā€

Ha-ha yourself, you scene-stealing witch, I thought, as I helped Sid and then Martin on with their royal outer duds. But at the same time I knew Sid must have written those lines himself to go along with his prologue. They had the unmistakable rough-wrought Lessingham touch. Did he really expect the audience to make anything of that reference to Shakespeareā€™s predecessor Thomas Kyd of The Spanish Tragedy and the lost Hamlet? And if they knew enough to spot that, wouldnā€™t they be bound to realize the whole Elizabeth-Macbeth tie-up was anachronistic? But when Sid gets an inspiration he can be very bullheaded.

Just then, while Bruce-Banquo was speaking his broody low soliloquy on stage, Miss Nefer cut in again loudly with, ā€œAye, Eyes, a good bloody play. Yet somehow, methinksā ā€”I know not howā ā€”Iā€™ve heard it before.ā€ Whereupon Sid grabbed Martin by the wrist and hissed, ā€œDidā€™st hear? Oh, I like

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