_Fitz-Growl._--And me too. I say, sir, remember me! (_Exeunt Scowl and Fitz-Growl with melodramatic eye-rollings._) _Manager._--Well, I hope all the applications won't be like this, or I shall never get a company. (_Enter a Bill-sticker._) _Manager._--Well, my good fellow, who are you? _Bill-sticker._--Why, I'm one of your best friends; I'm the bill-sticker. Nobody sticks up for you like I do. _Manager._--Well, but what do you want? _Bill-sticker._--Why, sir, I'm sorry to say that as fast as I put your bills up, somebody else comes and pulls them down. _Manager._--How is that? _Bill-sticker._--I don't know, sir. It's werry ungentlemanly, whoever does it. The fact is, sir, your bills meet with as much opposition as bills in Parliament; and I'm sure I don't know why, unless it is that they are what we call money-bills. _Manager._--Perhaps they are too large, and occupy too much space: you know the printing is very large, the type is bold, and the capitals are immense. _Bill-sticker._--That's it, sir. It's the immense capital; it's such a novelty in theatres that they're all afraid of it. Shall I pull down their bills, sir? _Manager._--Certainly not. I will never sanction those whom I employ in unworthily attempting to hurt the interests of others. My theatre is for the amusement of all, and the employment of many; but the injury of none. _Bill-sticker._--Oh! if that's your motto, everybody ought to stick up for you; and I'm sure I will for one. _Manager._--Thank you, friend, for the promise of your influence. _Bill-sticker._--And it's no mean influence, either; for, though only one poor fellow, I carry more bills in a day than the House of Commons carries in a whole session. (_Exit Bill-sticker._) _Manager._--Well! management does not seem so smooth, after all: one meets with vexations now and then, I fear. Oh! who comes now? (_Enter Queershanks._) _Manager._--Your pleasure, sir? _Queershanks._--My name is Queershanks. You have built a theatre, have you not? _Manager._--I have, sir. _Queershanks._--Very good: then you will want a model. _Manager._--A model after it is built? _Queershanks._--Certainly: but not a model of a theatre; a model of a man. _Manager._--What for, sir? _Queershanks._--Why, sir, you will want occasionally to give representations of statues. I am an excellent hand at it. _Manager._--But, sir, my theatre is dedicated to Apollo. _Queershanks._--The very thing, sir: I have stood as the model of the Apollo Belvedere to the cleverest artists. _Manager._--They must have been clever artists to make an Apollo Belvedere with you for their model; but I cannot entertain your engagement in that shape. _Queershanks._--Not engage me in that shape! My shape is unexceptionable. Only look at this muscle. Here's muscle for Hercules, sir! Feel it, sir; will you be so good? _Manager._--I see it. _Queershanks._--No,--but feel it.