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There's no greater example of dramatic irony than the
death of Molière, who was struck down by a bout of
tuberculosis while playing the part of a man with a
bit of a cough.
Roger McGough cannot resist having
some extratextual fun with this. In a prologue, we
see Molière assuming the role of the
psychosomatically afflicted Argan, while the flow of
jaunty couplets includes a rumour picked up "from
someone in the cast/ That tonight's performance
could well be his last".
"a rare
injection of contemporary humour "
"well worth
seeing"
"Do go and see
this quack up of a show while it's still alive and
breathing! " (Daily Information
review) |
