A Book of Burlesque: Sketches of English Stage Travestie and ParodyAdams, William Davenport
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A Book of Burlesque: Sketches of English Stage Travestie and Parody
Adams, William Davenport
Burlesque (Literature); English literature -- History and criticism; Parody
_Fernan._ Law!
_Ninette._ That is--I had none that I ever saw.
_Fernan._ Oh, why in battle did no friendly blow
Finish her luckless parent long ago?
(_in choked accents_) Doth not the voice of nature seem quite
clear--eh?
_Ninette._ The voice of nature seems a little beery.
_Fernan_ (_seizing her arm--music piano_). Look at me well!
(_Ninette appears gradually to recognise him._)
_Ninette._ Upon a close inspection,
I seem to have a dreamy recollection
Of having seen those eyes of yours somewhere,
Also that most extensive head of hair;
The accents of the voice, too, now I think,
Seem broken by emotion, not by drink;
Yes, it's all coming back to me, of course.
_Fernan._ Remember, dear, I bought you once a horse,
A wooden toy--remember, you had lots--
It ran on wheels--all mane and tail and spots--
Also a dog, a little dog, I vow,
Which, when you squeezed it, used to go Bow-wow!
Likewise a spade, which, on your nurse's head
You broke, and got well spanked and sent to bed----
_Ninette_ (_wildly_). A flood of memory rushes through my brain!
_Fernan_ (_excitedly_). Ninette, my daughter, look at me again.
_Ninette_ (_seizing his nose_). Yes, yes, that nose decides
me--yes--you are--
_Fernan._ At last--at last! he--he! she _knows_ her pa!
In a mock love-scene with Ninette, Gianetto (Miss Ternan) draws the
following comic picture:--
Fancy a bower with rose and jasmine graced,
Such as we see in small tea-gardens placed;
Where friendly spiders and black-beetles drop
On to your bread and butter with a flop;
Where mouldy seats stain sarsnet, satin, silk,
And suicidal flies fall in the milk;
Where we can scorn the heartless world's attack,
Though daddy-longlegs may creep down your back;
Smile at society's contemptuous sneer,
Though caterpillars tumble in your beer;
Where chimneys never smoke, and soot don't fall,
Where income-tax collectors never call,
Where one's wife's mother never even once
Visits her darling daughter for six months;
Where bills, balls, banks, and bonnets are not known--
Come, dwell with me, my beautiful--my own.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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