In a set that could be Mammoth Cave swallowing the Parthenon of Nashville, the American Shakespeare Festival at Stratford, Conn, last week opened a production of Troilus and Cressida. But what ho? There, on a camp stool, sat mighty Agamemnon, stroking his beard, smoking a ten-inch cigar, wearing the uniform of a Union general and looking for all the world like an actor dressed up to play Ulysses S. Grant. There too was doddering old Nestor, also wearing the blue, with binoculars around his neck. Menelaus wore pince-nez, and they all used...
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