PROLOGUE BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.1 Enter Mr. Woodward,2 dressed in black, and holding a handkerchief to his eyes. EXCUSE me, sirs, I pray I can't yet speak I'm crying now 8 - and have been all the week! ""T is not alone this mourning suit," good masters; Pray would you know the reason why I'm crying? And if she goes, my tears will never stop; For, as a player, I can't squeeze out one drop; 4 Shuter and I shall be chief mourners here. 1 Prologue by David Garrick: Garrick (1716-79), the greatest producer of plays England has known, was famous for his prologues, of which he wrote a great many. Concerning She Stoops to Conquer Horace Walpole writes, March 27, 1773, “Garrick would not act it, but bought himself off with a poor prologue." 2 Enter Mr. Woodward: Henry Woodward (1717–77), one of the best comedians of the eighteenth century, was unrivaled as Bobadil, Petruchio, and Touchstone. He had taken the part of Lofty in The Good-Natured Man, but spoke only the prologue in this play. 3 'Tis not alone: Compare Hamlet, Act I, Sc. 2: ""T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother." Shuter: Edward Shuter (1728-76) was considered by Garrick the greatest comic genius he had ever seen. His best characters were Scrub, Trapolin, Launcelot, and Falstaff. His Croaker was the success of Goldsmith's first play. To her a mawkish drab of spurious breed, My heart thus pressing — fix'd my face and eye I give it up morals won't do for me; If If you reject the dose, and make wry faces. The college you, must his pretensions back, “All is not gold": From Dryden's Hind and Panther. SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER OR, THE MISTAKES OF A NIGHT ACT THE FIRST Scene I, A CHAMBER IN AN OLD-FASHIONED HOUSE. Enter Mrs. Hardcastle and Mr. Hardcastle. Mrs. Hardcastle. 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. Hardcastle. Ay, and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the 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. Hardcastle. 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 2 mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we 1 faster than a stage-coach: In April, 1765, Jean Pierre Grosley, in his Tour of London, says that the public carriages to Dover are now called "flying machines." 2 rumbling rambling. 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 1 and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such old-fashioned trumpery. 1 Hardcastle. And I love it. I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine; 2 and, I believe, Dorothy, (taking her hand,) you'll own I have been pretty fond of an old wife. Mrs. Hardcastle. Lord, Mr. Hardcastle, you're forever at your Dorothys and your old wifes. 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. 1 old stories of Prince Eugene: On Friday, April 10, 1772, Goldsmith dined with a company at General Oglethorpe's, and the General, then seventy-four years old, told tales of his service with Prince Eugene in the Turkish campaigns of 1716–17 (Hill's Boswell, vol. ii, p. 207). There can be no doubt that, with Hardcastle, Goldsmith loved "such old-fashioned trumpery." After the fashion of Oglethorpe, Hardcastle tries to tell his old stories in Act II. Prince Eugene visited England in 1712, and Steele wrote an essay on him; he also wrote a pamphlet on the Duke of Marlborough the same year. 2 old friends, old times, old manners: A conscious or unconscious paraphrase of Bacon's Apothegms, 97: "Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read !" 3 Darby Joan Literary types of husband and wife who remain lovers throughout life. Joan is a typical name for a farm wench. "While greasy Joan doth keel the pot," Love's Labor's Lost (Act V, Sc. 2). The first known use of these names in conjunction occurs in The Gentleman's Magazine, 1735 : Old Darby with Joan by his side, |