These Our Actors

'Be not decieved if I have veiled my look. I turn the trouble of my countenace merely upon my self. Vexed I am of late with passions of some difference conceptions only proper to myself which give some soil perhaps to my behavious. But let not therefore my good Friend Frieda be...' 'Donall, shut up! ' 'Lay off the Shakespeare stuff! ' 'I only asked if you wanted a cup of tea or not? ' She stands there fuming in the buff. I too stand naked sans everything but my dignity. Ah, Shakespeare in the raw. 'To have a cup of tea or not to have a cup of thea? ' 'Ah, that is the...' I get a wet dishcloth in the face. Exit. Pursued by a bare female.