ABSTRACT
If the evil of the world was painted simply as it is in all its strength and ugliness by our old dramatists, the beauty and the peace, the loveliness of nature and the dignity of soul which makes our life worth living, were no less faithfully portrayed. The multiform existence we enjoy upon this earth received a true reflection in our theatre — nor was one aspect of its development neglected for another. Those artists verily believed that fthe world's a stage': they made their art a microcosm of the universe.
