Away with this canting about great motifs! Let us not be too prowd, my dear Barnet, and fansy ourselves marters of the truth, marters or apostels.
We are but tradesmen, working for bread, and not for righteousness' sake.

Let's try and work honestly; but don't let us be prayting pompisly about our "sacred calling." The taylor who makes your coats (and very well they are made too, with the best of velvit collars)--I say Stulze, or Nugee, might cry out that THEIR motifs were but to assert the eturnle truth of tayloring, with just as much reazn; and who would believe them?
Well; after this acknollitchmint that the play is bad, come sefral pages of attack on the critix, and the folt those gentry have found with it.
With these I shan't middle for the presnt.

You defend all the characters 1 by 1, and conclude your remarks as follows:-- "I must be pardoned for this disquisition on my own designs.

When every means is employed to misrepresent, it becomes, perhaps, allowable to explain.

And if I do not think that my faults as a dramatic author are to be found in the study and delineation of character, it is precisely because THAT is the point on which all my previous pursuits in literature and actual life would be most likely to preserve me from the errors I own elsewhere, whether of misjudgment or inexperience.
"I have now only to add my thanks to the actors for the zeal and talent with which they have embodied the characters entrusted to them.