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think it deserves a very kind reception.” The public were of the same opinion, and although its first manager was confident it must prove a

“barrel of gunpowder” and blow all parties concerned into the air-although the actors threw up their parts, and the voice of the green-room was pronounced against it, it secured at once a triumphant success. The play is now a standard, and is recognized wherever the English Drama is represented as an established classic. The mistaking of a private house for an inn, which is the main incident in the plot, justly raises the objection that many of its leading scenes necessarily rely upon a verbal evasion, kept up by an ingenious avoidance of every expression, scarcely possible in the conversation of everyday life-which would rectify the error ; for that would put an end to the further progress of the piece. From the want of an organized and thoroughly efficient company of the old school of actors it has not been as often represented here as its unquestionable merits would håve justified. Its latest opportunity of this kind was in the old company at the Park Theatre ; where Henry Placide's Tony Lumpkin, the Marlow of Richings, and Mrs. Wheatley's Mrs. Hardcastle, are not forgotten.

There is no attempt at the profound delineation of character, no passages of eloquent sentiment, and very little complication of scene and story. It accomplished the end its author had in view when he questioned one of his critics, “ Did it make you laugh?" Exceedingly," the critic answered. “ Then," said the dramatist, " that is all I require.” The success of “She Stoops to Conquer" was the first blow at the class of sentimental comedies, and it was so effectually struck, that they have not since shown themselves on the English Stage as prevailing models.

C. M.

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COSTUMES. SIR CHARLES MARLOW.-Gentlemen's old fashioned blue suit, camlet fly, and

cocked hat. HARDCASTLE.-Old fashioned camlet suit, cocked hat, and scarlet roquelare. YOUNG MARLOW.–First dress: Dark green coat, white waistcoat, pantaloons,

and black boots. Second dress : Fashionable dress suit. HASTINGS.-Gentleman's plain suit. TONY LUMPKIN.-Scarlet jacket, flowered silk waistcoat, buff breeches. STINGO.-Country coat. red waistcoat, blue apron, and blue stockings. DIGGORY.-White country coat, flowered waistcoat, buff breeches. MRS. HARDCASTLE.-First dress : Brocade sack and petticoat. Second dress :

Brown stuff petticoat, with mud on it, and a small black cloak. MISS HARDCASTLE.-First dress: White muslin, trimmed with lace. Second

dress : Smart colored gown, and white aprou trimmed with ribbon. MISS NEVILLE.-Blue satin body, and leno petticoat trimmed with blue satin.

EXITS AND ENTRANCES. R. means Right ; L. Left; R. D. Right Door ; L. D. Left Door; 8. E. Second Entrance ; U. E. Upper Entrance; M. D. Middle Door.

RELATIVE POSITIONS. R. means Right ; L. Left; C. Centre; R. C. Right of Centre; L. C. Left of Centre.




SCENE I.-A Chamber in an old-fushioned House. Enter Mrs. HARDCASTLE and MR. HARDCASTLE, R. Mrs. H. I vow, Mr. Hardcastle, you're very particular. Is there a creature in the whole country, but ourselves, that does not take a trip to town now and then, to rub off the rust a little ? There's the two Miss Hoggs, and our neighbor, Mrs. Grigsby, go to take a month's polishing every winter.

Hard. Ay, and bring back vanity and affectation to last them a whole year. I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home. In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stage-coach. Its fopperies come down, not only as inside passengers, but in the very

basket. Mrs. H. Ay, your times were fine times, indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such old-fashioned trumpery.

Hard. And I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine; and, I believe, Dorothy,-[ Taking her hand.]-you'll own I have been pretty fond of an old wife.

Mrs. H. Lord, Mr. Hardcastle, you're forever at your Dorothy's and your old wife’s. You may be a Darby but I'll be no Joan, I promise you. I'm not so old as you'd make me by more than one good year.

Add twenty to twenty, and make money of that.

Hard. Let me see ;-twenty added to twenty makes just fifty and seven.

Mrs. H. It's false, Mr. Hardcastle ; I was but twenty when I had Tony by Mr. Lumpkin, my first husband; and he's not come to years of discretion yet.

Hard. Nor ever will, I daro answer for him. Ay, you have taught him finely.

Mrs. H. No matter, Tony Lumpkin has a good fortune. My son is not to live by his learning. I don't think a boy wants much learning to spend fifteen hundred a year.

Hard. Learning, quotha! a mere composition of tricks and mischief.

Mrs. H. Humor, my dear; nothing but humor. Come, Mr. Hardcastle, you must allow the boy a little humor.

Hard. I'd sooner allow him a horsepond! If burning the footmen's shoes, frightening the maids, worrying the kittens, be humor, he has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of my chair, and when I went to make a bow, I popped my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face.

Mrs. H. And am I to blame? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ?

Hard. Latin for him! a cat and a fiddle! the alehouse and the stable are the only schools he'll ever

No, no;

go to.

Mrs. H. Well, we must not snub the poor boy now, for I believe we shan't have him long among us. Anyo body who looks in his face can see he's consumptive.

Hard. Ay, if growing too fat be one of the symptoms.

Mrs. H. He coughs sometimes.
Hard. Yes, when his liquor goes the wrong way.
Mrs. H. I'm actually afraid of his lungs.

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