A speaker at the annual dinner of the Royal Society of St. George asked what would Shakespeare think of us for sitting at melodramatic and sentimental moving pictures.
Had movies come in Shakespeare's day He'd probably have said, "God wot, It likes me not, this silent way Of dealing with a goodly plot. But one must move, sirs, with the times. I will bethink me of some means To pack my periods and rhymes Into some brief but lurid scenes. Then let my courage now take arms. A pirate picture might I make Full of excursions and alarms, With Raleigh in the lead, or Drake." Had talkies come in Shakespeare's day He'd likely have remarked, "Mine ear Is sore assaulted by the way They thpeak upon the thilver thkreen. The abthenth of their thibilanth Will murder all my lines, my fame. And yet, methinks, I see a chance To make some money at this game. Alack, that poor posterity Shall never know my plays, not one. And now, to be or not to be.... What's that? A million dollars? Done!"
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