At the Globe
She was standing opposite to me at the Globe Theatre. Like the plebes at the time of Shakespeare we were watching the play standing up upon the yard, elbows on stage, with the actors flying over our heads dangerously during the storm scenes or striking casual conversation at a (well-rehearsed) whim. The play was Pericles, Prince of Tyre, and I wish I could remember the scene that made her raise her hands to her mouth in shock, amazement, and delight. She had the beauty and sweetness of a child, big honest eyes shining with a wonder that those actor demi-gods at the Globe did deserve that night but few could express so eloquently without words. It is certain that throughout her life many men will strive, and fail, to arouse such glee and wonder from such a pair of incomparable eyes...
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