:53:23
Mrs Hughes, though it be true
that talent is as talent does,
:53:27
whilst beauty fades
like starlight at the break of day,
:53:30
surely you recognise the fact
that you are, without doubt,
:53:34
the most beautiful woman
on the English stage.
:53:37
I am an actress, not a beauty.
:53:39
Be that as it may,
:53:40
if I am to paint your beauty, Mrs Hughes,
I must paint it with tit exposed.
:53:46
How else prove to the theatregoers
of London that you are a real woman?
:54:00
Want to be taken as a serious actress
:54:04
My dear, before you can be taken seriously,
you must put bums on seats.
:54:19
All right, paint!
:54:21
And thus is flesh made art.
:54:29
Kynaston
:54:31
I see your wounds are on the mend.
:54:33
Yes, I was fallen upon
by a gang of critics.
:54:37
When will you be
back on stage, Mr K? Soon, I hope.
:54:41
- As soon as they'll let me.
- Physicians, eh?
:54:44
- What role will mark your return?
- What else but Desdemona?
:54:51
What do you want here, Kynaston?
:54:54
I want my pillow.
:54:55
It seems to be lost. I was wondering
if Mrs Hughes might know where it is.