As Hart had predicted the performance went
smoothly. When Sarah appeared on the stage, her armpits were wet with
transpiration. Nevertheless she said her first lines without the slightest
hesitation and then became fully absorbed with her role.
She not once looked into the auditorium and
therefore was not aware of the fact that most of the male audience was paying
more attention to her than to the actual play.
In the royal box the king and his brother were more
attentive than normal. Charles looked more than once at the leading actress, to
his brother’s amusement.
“I won’t pretend Shakespeare is my favorite
playwright,” the king whispered into James’s ear. “But this Ophelia… She’s a
damned good actress and a pretty wench as well. Is she a new acquisition?”
“I don’t know,” James answered.
“Davenport? Interesting,” Charles commented.
He kept silent for a while, completely forgetting
the presence of the others. His thoughts lingered away and a secretive smile
curled his mouth.
Oh yes, this could become a special occasion
indeed…
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