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
In the first act Lady Macbeth comes in reading her husband's letter, as
follows:--
We met, 'twas on a heath, and on that day
When victory had flushed us; really they
Both turned our blood to _curds_ and stopped our _way_;
Sally, report has said, and I have got
A gothic notion, they know what is what;
They called me, dear, all manner of rum things:
While Cawdor's title in my noddle rings,
Would you believe it? but a flunkey brings
The news of Cawdor's death; I have to thank
That queer old file for giving me his rank.
One hailed me King--I pause to wipe my eye,
For it's affecting.--Sally, dear, good-bye!
Ever affectionately yours, till death
Pops on his extinguisher,
SAMUEL MACBETH.
Lady Macbeth comments on this:--
Of all rum goes, this is about the rummest!
Cawdor thou art, and shalt be--what thou'rt promised.
Yet will thy scruples my intentions clog;
To go at once the unadulterate hog
Is not thy nature. Thou'rt the style of buck
That has the _will_ to sin, but not the _pluck_.
When Macbeth enters, she cries:--
Welcome, great Glamis!--welcome, worthy Cawdor!
Nay greater! (_they embrace_).
_Macb._ Ducky! Duncan comes to-night,
To stay and sup with us.
_Lady M._ Yes, that's all right.
(_Significantly_) When _goes_ he hence?
_Macb._ To-morrow he'll endeavour.
_Lady M._ (_mysteriously_) Not if I knows it, Sammy--
trust me, never!
_Macb._ What mean you?
_Lady M._ Why, at such things you a muff are!
_Macb._ You wouldn't have me spifflicate the buffer?
I must think more of this.
_Lady M._ Look (so thou wilt less
Suspicion rouse) particularly guiltless--
Leave all the rest to me.
_Macb._ The _rest_? Don't fret at all;--
If I do this, no _rest_ for me--you'll get it all.
Then they sing a duet, to the tune of "There's a good time coming":--
_Lady M._ There's a good chance coming, Sam--
A good chance coming!
If the King comes here to-day,
We're not such flats as throw away
The good chance coming!
_Macb._ But, my love, it's very wrong--
Nothing could be wronger
Than such a thing----
_Lady M._ Well, hold your tongue,
And wait a little longer!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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