Stage Beauty Page #2
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- 2004
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Mr Kynaston, we saw
the performance this evening.
We're such fans, I can't tell you.
She's seen you six times. She has.
Juliet and Ophelia.
And the one with no hands.
Mr Kynaston, I am a great fan.
And I was wondering...
Well... Would you be willing to ride with us
through St James's tonight?
It would be such an honour to have you.
- Please, please, please!
- Please!
If you give me half an hour
to remove my face and clothes.
Oh, no, don't, please!
Mr Kynaston, weod ke you
to eave you r appearance
as is.
He said yes!
This is so good!
Mr Kynaston, if I may,
would you be able to make me
an advance on salary?
- Advance? That's unlike you.
- Till the end of the week.
- How much?
- Six.
Thank you.
Will you be needing me later?
Oh, yes. Hopeless without.
How long do you think
you'll be with them?
- Three hours, say?
- Yes, I'll be here.
Mr Kynaston!
Mr Kynaston!
- Is he coming?
Do hurry up, Mr Kynaston, please!
All these people!
Mr Kynaston!
MAN Are you an actor, too?
I played the Moor.
You look different.
Yes, I'm not really black.
Where were you?
- I couldn't get away.
- Did you bring it?
- She'd better had.
Mr Cockerell.
If you expect to perform,
I expect my guarantee.
It's my risk, you know.
It's illegal to have these on stage.
Both of us
were rather wondering
if you were... really...
...well, a gentleman.
For, you see, my father's a wigmaker.
He says you're much too beautiful
to be a gentleman.
He says you must be a woman.
My mother's friend,
the Earl of Lauderdale, says,
if you're a man,
you don't have a gentleman's thingy.
He says you're like those Italian singers,
the whatsits?
- Castrati.
- The Earl says
they cut off your castrati at birth.
Then you become a woman.
So the Earl of Lauderdale is not a surgeon?
No, he's an earl.
Well...
How then may we prove to both your
father and your mother's special friend...
...that I do indeed
have a thingy?
A big, bulging,
orb and sceptre of a thingy.
Well, I...
I... I think we'd...
We'd have to...
We'd have to...
We'd have to touch it.
Touch what?
What?
- What...
- Whatever it is.
Oh!
Mmm!
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me:
But once put out thy light,
thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume.
She wakes.
Who's there? Othello?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Oh, my!
I think my wrist's broken.
Oh, erm...
Here.
- What's this?
- A shilling.
For services rendered.
Women, beware!
I see three fish eager and awaiting.
Come, skewer on my pole!
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