imagines the attributes of the various characters,
and is interested in their personality, he will, as
a rule, be eager to see their tragedy or comedy in
action. He will then find that very much which
he could not imagine with any definiteness presents
new images every moment—the eloquence of
look and gesture, the by-play, the inexhaustible significance
of the human voice. There are people who fancy
they have more music in their souls than was ever
translated into harmony by Beethoven or Mozart.
There are others who think they could paint pictures,
write poetry—in short, do anything, if
they only made the effort. To them what is accomplished
by the practised actor seems easy and simple.
But as it needs the skill of the musician to draw
the full volume of eloquence from the written score,
so it needs the skill of the dramatic artist to develop
the subtle harmonies of the poetic play. In fact,
to do and not to dream, is the mainspring
of success in life. The actor’s art is to
act, and the true acting of any character is one of
the most difficult accomplishments. I challenge
the acute student to ponder over Hamlet’s renunciation
of Ophelia—one of the most complex scenes
in all the drama—and say that he has learned
more from his meditations than he could be taught
by players whose intelligence is equal to his own.
To present the man thinking aloud is the most difficult
achievement of our art. Here the actor who has
no real grip of the character, but simply recites
the speeches with a certain grace and intelligence,
will be untrue. The more intent he is upon the
words, and the less on the ideas that dictated them,
the more likely he is to lay himself open to the charge
of mechanical interpretation. It is perfectly
possible to express to an audience all the involutions
of thought, the speculation, doubt, wavering, which
reveal the meditative but irresolute mind. As
the varying shades of fancy pass and repass the mirror
of the face, they may yield more material to the studious
playgoer than he is likely to get by a diligent poring
over the text. In short, as we understand the
people around us much better by personal intercourse
than by all the revelations of written words—for
words, as Tennyson says, “half reveal and half
conceal the soul within,” so the drama has,
on the whole, infinitely more suggestions when it
is well acted than when it is interpreted by the unaided
judgment of the student. It has been said that
acting is an unworthy occupation because it represents
feigned emotions, but this censure would apply with
equal force to poet or novelist. Do not imagine
that I am claiming for the actor sole and undivided
authority. He should himself be a student, and
it is his business to put into practice the best ideas
he can gather from the general current of thought with
regard to the highest dramatic literature. But
it is he who gives body to those ideas—fire,
force, and sensibility, without which they would remain
for most people mere airy abstractions.