Hans found himself able to figure out most of the play, from context and memory. He lost himself in the beauty of the costumes and the magical delivery of the lines- the inflection was lovely, and perhaps because he could not understand the words he paid more attention to the way things were said and the movements of the actors.
When Puck made his entrance, Hans dropped his jaw in surprise. The figure in those tights, and with those ridiculous puffy sleeves was none other than Benoit. He stared, transfixed by the man and his portrayal. "That is him..." he whispered to Gretchen. "Benoit."