You imagine that this is all?
By no means: before the tenth sentence in Castilian, he is certain to rise and ask if the Cid who is speaking is the real Cid, in flesh and blood.

By what right does the actor, whose name is Pierre or Jacques, take the name of the Cid?
That is _false_.
There is no reason why he should not go on to demand that the sun should be substituted for the footlights, _real_ trees and _real_ houses for those deceitful wings.

For, once started on that road, logic has you by the collar, and you cannot stop.
We must admit, therefore, or confess ourselves ridiculous, that the domains of art and of nature are entirely distinct.

Nature and art are two things--were it not so, one or the other would not exist.

Art, in addition to its idealistic side, has a terrestrial, material side.