~367~~MUNDEN (sputtering). My wigs and eyes--Dowton's a better part than
mine; I'll have a fit of the gout, on purpose to get out of it--that's
what I will.
KNIGHT (to the Author). My dear boy, it strikes me that it might be much
improved. (Aside) Got an idea; but can't let him have it for nothing.
HARLEY (to Elliston). If this piece succeeds, it can't be played every
night--let Fitz. understudy it--don't breakfast on beef-steaks, now. If
you wish to enjoy health--live at Pimlico--take a run in the parks--and
read Abernethy on constitutional origin.
TERRY (to Mrs. Orger). It's a remarkable thing that the manager should
allow these d----d interruptions. If it was my piece, I would not suffer
it--that's my opinion.
WALLACE (to himself). What a little discontented mortal that is!--it's
the best part in the piece, and he wishes it made still better.
ELLISTON (awakening). Silence there, gentlemen, or it will be impossible
to settle this important point--and my property will, in consequence, be
much deteriorated. (Enter Boy with brandy and water.) Proceed, sir--(to
Author, after a sip)--Very spirited indeed.
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Enter Sam. Spring, touching his hat.
SPRING. Underline a special desire, sir, next week? Elliston. No, Sam.,
I fear our special desires are nearly threadbare.
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