The Story of My Life - Recollections and Reflections by Ellen Terry
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"When you come to tell old Surefoot about his daughter's love," the
letter goes on, "you should fall into a positive imitation of his manner: crest, motionless, and hands in front, and deliver your preambles with a nasal twang. But at the second invitation to speak out, you should cast this to the winds, and go into the other extreme of bluntness and rapidity. [_Quite right!_] When you meet him after the exposure, you should speak as you are coming to him and stop him in mid-career, and _then_ attack him. You should also (in Act II.) get the pearls back into the tree before you say: 'Oh, I hope he did not see me!'" Yes, I remember that in both these places I used to muddle and blur the effect by doing the business and speaking at the same time. By acting on Reade's suggestion I gained confidence in making a pause. "After the beating, wait at least ten seconds longer than you do--to rouse expectation--and when you do come on, make a little more of it. You ought to be very pale indeed--even to enter with a slight totter, done moderately, of course; and before you say a single word, you ought to stand shaking and with your brows knitting, looking almost terrible. Of course, I do not expect or desire to make a melodramatic actress of you, but still I think you capable of any effect, provided _it is not sustained too long_." A truer word was never spoken. It has never been in my power to _sustain_. In private life, I cannot sustain a hatred or a resentment. On the stage, I can pass swiftly from one effect to another, but I cannot fix _one_, and dwell on it, with that superb concentration which seems to me the special attribute of the tragic actress. To sustain, with me, is to lose the impression that I have created, not to increase |
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