Oh, to be an actor. To act, perchance to earn some money!

Leave here? I could not! It is the finest spot in all Vivec from which to sell my wares. Otherwise, I'd have nothing upon which to support myself. Dear friend, neither a borrower nor an honest tradesman be--that's what my father always told me.

Slay me? No, kind friend. For who would slay a talent such as mine? All I need is an outlet for my art so the people will adore me! Although, there lies more peril in your sword than in twenty of their eyes.... No! I must stay here, friend. Slay me if you must, but it would be a loss to the world.

I am an actor! Or at least I hope to be. I am the poor player who struts and frets for a while on a stage and then has lunch. I am full of sound and furiousness! Oh, if there were but a good theater troupe in this town, I could give up selling these baubles. Oh! Woe is me!