HAMLET’S POSTSCRIPT TO THE PLAYERS

   Speak the speech, yes, trippingly, but then
   Intelligently, too, finding your way
   Into the character, his depth and ken
   And all the passions that he might display.

   Savor, as well, the words and cadences,
   The palpability of speech in verse
   And, if you like, suppose or even guess
   How one might sing the lines—you could do worse.

   The purpose finally in all you do
   Is to induce your auditors to cease
   Supposing that your character is you,
   The player, but someone else, all of a piece.

        For acting is believing that you are
        Another being, from glorious to bizarre.

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