Archibald walked out onto the stage, and after giving a quick introduction slate, then began his monologue, from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream;
"I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there."
"Thank you, Archibald.." Bob made a few notes on his notepad. "That…that was the most SUPERB ACTING I'VE EVER SEEN!"
"It's the least I could do.." Archibald bashfully replied.
"Bring Lovey in next, and when she's finished auditioning, the both of you are going on the show IMMEDIATELY!" Bob smiled.
Archibald couldn't have asked for a greater opportunity than this one Bob had gifted right now. He took a moment to praise God, then went outside the stage to get Lovey for her turn.
