Sir T. You know the part?
Groom. I know it.
Lady S. We'll test him, Tristram.
[Takes up a copy of Troilus and Cressida.]
Sir T. Shame! (Yes? Sumner. No.
A dozen Heidsieck? Yes, at once; from me.
Send him my love; tell him he shall get well.)
You never played it?
Groom. No; I studied it
When you announced the play a year ago;
And when you placed it in rehearsal——
Sir T. Yes;
You wrote me, I remember.
Groom. And received
No answer.
Lady S. Tristram!
Sir T. Hateful oversight!
Forgive me, Warwick. Having cast the part,
Not knowing you were free … (Yes. Sumner. What?
Yes; let the understudy dress. No. Yes.
Perhaps we'll have another Troilus. Groom.
To-night. Oh no! I think. A great success.)
Lady S. And now I'll test him.