The director was spitting feathers. “What the hell’s got into you two? For god’s sake. Curtain-up was delayed by eight minutes. That just shouldn’t happen.”
The two actors looked sheepish.
“Sorry, got into role too soon. Anyhow, she wanted to give back my love letters. That hurt. I got angry. Said things I now regret.”
“He first denied he had written the letters. Then tells me to go to a nunnery, that he loves me not. Asks me if I’m honest, fair. Says he won’t marry me. He’s raving mad!”
“Bloody thespians! Get thee both gone. And never again!”