Actor-manager. Yes, I like your play immensely. I don't suppose any actor-manager has ever played so many parts before in one evening. But couldn't you get another scene into it?
William. Well, I've got an old curtain-raiser here, but it doesn't seem to fit in somehow.
Actor-manager. Nonsense. In a dream play it doesn't matter about fitting in. What's it about?
William. Oh, the usual sort of love thing. Only it's in the tropics, and I really want an ice-pudding scene.
Actor-manager. Then make it the North Pole.
William. Good idea.
[Exit to do so.
Epilogue.
Next morning.
William. I've had an extraordinary, dream, dear, and—er—I've decided not to eat so much in future.