They are rehearsing a new piece which they are going to act this evening.

I hope your honour will condescend to go and see it--it will be real fine." "What, actors in this village ?" cried Szilard in amazement.

"Why, where do they come from ?" "Nobody knows where they came from or whither they mean to go, your honour." "How many of them are there then, and who is their manager ?" "Well, it seems that there is only one man among them and he is half a child; all the others are women and girls, even to the ticket taker and the prompter." "And what sort of pieces do they act ?" "Oh, all sorts, your honour.

Those of the women who have the deepest voices dress up as men, stick on beards and mustaches and act much better than men would, because they don't get drunk." "And they are able to make a living here?
Who goes to the theatre then ?" "Well, the rustics about here come if there is anything to grin at.

They don't give money because they have none themselves; but they bring corn, potatoes, sausages and hams and the actors live upon the proceeds as best they can.