Florian Schubart Mr. GroRGE TROLLOPE.
Alexander Weihga-t Mr. Rrpek HAnbisd.
Dr. Lantner Mr. HoWARD STURGk.
Dr. Tann Mr. Ebnrsb Gwes.
Juliaon Paschanda Miss ISABEL GREY.
Scene: An Extra Ward in the Vienna General Hospital.
* HOW HE LIED 70 HER HUSBAND.“
Bz Brnxann Susw.
Her Lovor Mr. GkANVILLE BARKER.
Her Husband Mr. A. G. Poczros.
Hierself Miss Gakraupe KINGSTOs.
Scene: Her Flat in Cromweli-road.
Of the three one-act plays produced vesterday
afternoo at the abovetheatre“ Inthe Hospital,
transiated by Christopher Horne from the German
of Arthur Schnitzler, proved farthe most interest¬
ing. Nor was it auything but a reliefto find it
travel beyond the obvious scope suggested by its
titie, that of some wearisome study of disease and
death in the old but, let us hope, by now dis¬
credited manner of the th#t#re lihre. There was
death in it, to be sure, but onlg in its mest, humane
aspect, coming to Rademacher, the broken-down
journalist, as relief and rest alter a liseof much
toil and disappointment. And, best of all, there
was evidence in it ofthat higher intelligence,
that of the heart, in which as a rule this descrip- home
tion of plry is so wofully deseient. The old
theatrical sentimentality, with its passion for a
happy ending at whatever cost, was suhliciently
tiresome; vet it was scarcelv more repugnant to
common sense than the raideur Which for some
time past has marked the development of modern
dramatie themes. To that “ In the Hospital“
forms a welcome exception, and, admirably acted
as it was by all concerned. thoroughly deserved
the hearty reception it enjoyed.
The chief honours of therepresentation rest with
Mr. J. D. Beveridge, wbese performance of the
dying Rademacher was worthy of the highest
praise. Tie man has been a failure, mainly, one
feels, tnrough his own fault, and nowon his death¬
bed has only theonedesireleft, the desirewhich all
his journalistie life he has been probably indulging,
that of gratilying, and for the last time, his spite
and revenge. Tothat end he begs the doctor to
bring him his old friend Weibgart, an eminent
Tand successful poet. Years ago they quarrelled
and parted, and now Rademacher’s one wish is to
humiliate him by telling him to his face that he
has been his wife’s lover, thatheandsbehave often
discussed him disparagingly together, and that
Weihgart's wife is as fully convinced of his
complete nullity as his old friend Rademacher.
The scene is acted before us in a sort of dress
rehearsal of it with Schubart, a young actor dying
also in the hospital of consumption; yet when
Weihgart comes something touches Rademacher,
and he feels he can no longer do it. What that
something is is conveyed to us with extreme
delicacy and subtlety by Mr. Beveridge. Itis
not exactly pity for Weihgart andtheconfessionhe
makes of the insecurity of his position owing to the
persisteney with which the new generation are
knockingathis door. Itis, one feels, acombination ot
elements, and chief among them the recollection
of the day when they were friends, and the desire
of dying with some purer feeling in his heart than
that of gratified revenge. So Weihgart goes, with
his belief in his wise intact, and Rademacher dies,
a better man than probably he ever lived. Acted
as it was, by Mr. George Trollope as Schubart and
by Mr. Rudge Harding as Weihgart,“ In the
Hospital'' created a considerable impression and
is very well worth seeing.
In“ How He Lied to Her Husband'' Mr.
Beruard Shaw provides a fairly amusing half
hour'’s entertainment for those at any rate who
know his“ Candida.' For an authorto eritieise
his own play is not new; it has been done, for
instance, by Molière in bis“ Critique de 1’Ecole rec
In Mr. Shaw’s hands the criti¬
eism partakes rather of the nature of ridicuie; an
Tattitude towards his own performance no one, we
take it, has the right to cavil at, seeing who it is
assumes it. It served to amuse an audience,
most of whom were probably familiar with the
work ridieuled, and it was well acted by Mr.
Granville Barker as the lover, Mr. A. G. Poulton
asthe husband, and Miss Gertrude Kingston as
Mr. W. B. Teats's“ Pot of Broth,“ which
stands first on the programme, has been several
times seen before in London and needs nofurther
notice in detail. Mr. Robert Pateman as the
tramp was extremely clever, though it secmns to
us the Irish tramp does nothing that his English
counterpart in equal need of food might not very
well have been capable of. His chief difficulty
weuld have been to find in this conntry a woman
so simpie and gullible as Sibby Concely.
THE STANDARD, WEDNESDAY. MARCH 1, 102
A TRIPLE BILL.
A good many people have found their way.to
the Court Theatre of late, since the“ Vedrenve¬
Barker Matendes“ have been in progress. Such play¬
goers may be cordially advised to repeat their visit,
and those who have not been to follow the example
while the present“triple bill is being given; for pier
two of the three pieces are something a good deal
more than merely worth seeing. The first of the
three is of small acconnt. This is Tüe Pot of
Broth, by Mr. W. B. Yeats, nominally a farce, but at
best no more than verv faintly amusing. Abungry
tramp—the scene is in Ireland—calls at a cottage in
search of a meal. The woman is mean, and, gues¬¬
ing his errand, refuses before he asks. Heis artfal,
and producing a stoue from his pocket, teils her
that it has magio properties, that placed simplv have
in a cooking pot it will produce excellent
broth. She believes, it is put to the test, mas:
the man, however, artfully contriving to add in¬
gredients, and he leaves the stone, taking with him
in exchange a chicken and a boctle of whisky. Mr.
Pateman did what was possible in this over-elaborated
trifle with the part of the wayfarer.
“ IN THE HOSPITAL.“
The second piece, Jn the Hospital, translated byhour:
Mr. Christopher Horne from the German of Herr
Arthur Schnitzler, is an extremely powerful littie
play, and a remarkable one, moreover. There is
practically no action; the man on whom everything
depends never moves from thechair in which, indeed,
he is dying, and yet the simple little drama holds the
audience irredistibly. In an extra ward of the Vienna
General Hospital Karl Rademacher’s life is ebbing
away. His career has been a failure. He has worked jset 1
hard as a hack journalist to earn a scanty wage, and
what has made it all the more bitter is that, while he
has gone down his old companion, Alexander
Weihgart, no cleverer or more capable Rade¬
macher is conzinced, has steadily asconded.
His own earnest desire is to meet the man he regards
as his successful rival, to let him know that his friend¬
ship has been a pretence, that he hates him; and be
is overjoyed when the Doctor consents to ask
Weihgart to come. There is au actor, Floriar
Schubart, also in the hospital, and he suggests #
Frehearsal of the coming scene; hewill be Weihgart—
what has Rademacher to say to him? The writer
begins his venomous tirade, he casts the mask aside,
tells the other what he has longed to tell, and winds
up with a cruel stab—Weihgart’s wife, he
declares, has been his mistress. Erhausted by the
effort, for his wrath has carried him beyond bis
strength, he is lying quietly back in his chair
when Weihgart arrives, and begins to talk
soothingly, to lament his old comrade’s misfortunes,
to speak of the disappointments and irritations that
have constantly affected himseif in the midst of his
apparent prosperity; and Rademacher is gradually
moved to gentler thoughts, his fury passes; when the
allotted quarter of an hour has gone the two part
in all kindness, Weihgart never dreaming that any
hard thought has been in his old friend’s mind. Mr.
J. D. Beveridge plays Rademacher with striking force
and finish. Complex as the dving man’s fancies may
be, they are always expressed with perfect clearness.
The actor, who does nothing ill, has certainly not for
along time done auything better; it is a study which
will dwell in the recollection of those who see it,
Mr. George Trollope was also excellent as Schu¬
bart, but Mr. Rudge Harding, as Weihgart,
lacked sincerity; his manner, indeed, rather
expressed patronage than sympathy, and the reason
for the change in Rademacher was not made so com¬
prehensible as it should have been. The doctor was
well played by Mr. Howard Sturge and the nurse by
Miss Isabel Grey.
MR. B. SHAW'S FARCE.
Mr. Bernard Shaw wound upthe programme with a
farce which exhibits his fantastic humour at its
wildest. How He Lied to Her Husband is the title of
this extraordinarily diverting piece.“ He' is an un¬
fiedged vouth called Henry Apjohn, and the lady with
the husband—a blunt, uuromantio stockbroker—is
Mrs. Aurora Bumpus. Henry loves her with just the
same absorbing devotion that Eugene in Candida
feels for the clergyman’s excellent wife, and he begs
her to share his lot—simply to walk out of
the house, and take up her residence with him,
ignoring the man who“ may have loved her
as much as bis sordid nature and commercial environ¬
ment rendered possible.“ But she has something
eise to think of. She is in sore trouble. He has
written her ardent verses, Aurora is the burden of
all of them, and these verses have, she is convinced,