The Player:
Halt! An audience! Don't move! Perfect. Well met, in fact, and just in time.
Rosencrantz:
Why's that?
The Player:
Why, we grow rusty and you catch us at the very point of decadence. This time tomorrow we might have forgotten everything we ever knew. We'd be back where we started, improvising.
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