...you are close enough to the stage to get overspray from the lead's soliloquies.
"Alas [spit], poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest [spit], of most excellent fancy [spit, spit]: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times [spit, spit]; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar [big spit]? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's [spit] chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must [spit] come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing."
The Utah Shakespearean Festival was once again incredible. Hamlet was absolutely amazing, and Merry Wives of Windsor was a riot. I wish we could go back and watch all the plays again.
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