We shall only want you in our play.

You must be Cottager's wife." "Me!" cried Fanny, sitting down again with a most frightened look.
"Indeed you must excuse me.

I could not act anything if you were to give me the world.

No, indeed, I cannot act." "Indeed, but you must, for we cannot excuse you.

It need not frighten you: it is a nothing of a part, a mere nothing, not above half a dozen speeches altogether, and it will not much signify if nobody hears a word you say; so you may be as creep-mouse as you like, but we must have you to look at." "If you are afraid of half a dozen speeches," cried Mr.Rushworth, "what would you do with such a part as mine?
I have forty-two to learn." "It is not that I am afraid of learning by heart," said Fanny, shocked to find herself at that moment the only speaker in the room, and to feel that almost every eye was upon her; "but I really cannot act." "Yes, yes, you can act well enough for _us_.