The Palmy Days of Nance Oldfield by Edward Robins
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has ever had aught to do with them knows, the majority of Thespians
must be treated with the greatest tact. They are sensitive and high-strung, yet often as unreasonable as children, and the man who can rule over them with ease should be snapped up by an appreciative government to conduct its most diplomatic of missions. With the theatrical stars of his own day Cibber seems to have been firm but prudent. "I do not remember," he tells us, "that ever I made a promise to any that I did not keep, and, therefore, was cautious how I made them." A fine sentiment, dear sir, eminently fit for a copy book, but we can well believe that your promises never erred on the side of extravagance. It is a fascinating subject, this study of old-time stage life--fascinating, at least for the writer, who is tempted to run on garrulously, describing the doings of Betterton in the new theatre, and then wandering off to speak of the establishment of Italian opera in England. But the limits of the chapter are reached; let us bid good-bye to "Old Thomas," whose "Setting sun still shoots a glimmering ray, Like ancient Rome, majestic in decay," and hasten to worship the rising sun, in the person of Mistress Oldfield. CHAPTER III |
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