"If you pass before me again on the stage, sir, I'll kick your shins, as I live!"
"Go kick your dog! My part calls for that . . . here, read it!"
"You intentionally hide me from view!"
"What did I tell you!" said another. "I merely popped out and immediately there arose a murmur of applause."
"It was only the wind and that fellow thinks it was applause," answered another voice.
"There was a murmur of disgust, because you bungled your part."
"How the deuce can one keep from bungling when Dobek prompts like a consumptive nag?"
"Speak yourself, and I will then stop . . . we'll see what a fool you'll make of yourself! . . . I put word after word into his ear as with a shovel and . . . nothing doing! . . . I shout out so loudly that Halt kicks at the stage for silence . . . but that fellow still stands there like a dummy!" retorted Dobek.
"I always know my part; you trip me up intentionally."
"Tailor! a belt, a sword and a hat . . . hurry!"