London (England) -- History; London (England) -- Social life and customs
The interior of the theatre was circular in shape. It contained three
galleries, one above the other; the lowest called the "rooms," for
seats in which we paid a shilling each, contained the better sorts. At
each side of the stage there were boxes, one of which contained the
music. The stage itself, a stout construction of timber, projected far
into the pit, or, as Stow called it, the "yarde." At the back was
another stage, supported on two columns, and giving the players a
gallery about ten or twelve feet high, the purpose of which we were very
soon to find out. On each side of the stage were seats for those who
paid an additional sixpence. Here were a dozen or twenty gallants,
either with pipes of tobacco, or playing cards or dice before the play
began. One of them would get up quickly with a pretence of impatience,
and push back his cloak so as to show the richness of his doublet below.
The young men, whether at the theatre, or in Paul's Walk, or in Chepe,
seemed all intent upon showing their bravery of attire; no girls of our
day could be more vain of their dress, or more critical of the dress
worn by others. Some of them, however, I perceived among the
groundlings--that is, the people in the "yarde"--gazing about the house
upon the women in the galleries. Here there were many dressed very
finely, like ladies of quality, in satin gowns, lawn aprons, taffeta
petticoats, and gold threads in their hair. They seemed to rejoice in
being thus observed and gazed upon. When a young man had found a girl to
his taste, he went into the gallery, sat beside her, and treated her to
pippins, nuts, or wine.
It was already one o'clock when we arrived. As we took our seats the
music played its first sounding or flourish. There was a great hubbub in
the place: hucksters went about with baskets crying pippins, nuts, and
ale; in the "rooms" book-sellers' boys hawked about new books; everybody
was talking together; everywhere the people were smoking tobacco,
playing cards, throwing dice, cheapening books, cracking nuts, and
calling for ale. The music played a second sounding. The hubbub
continued unabated. Then it played the third and last. Suddenly the
tumult ceased. The piece was about to begin.
The stage was decorated with blue hangings of silk between the columns,
showing that the piece was to be--in part, at least--a comedy. Across
the raised gallery at the back was stretched a painted canvas
representing a royal palace. When the scene was changed this canvas
became the wall of a city, and the actors would walk on the top of the
wall; or a street with houses; or a tavern with its red lattice and its
sign; or a tented field. When night was intended, the blue hangings were
drawn up and exchanged for black.
The hawkers retired and were quiet; the house settled down to listen,
and the Prologue began. Prologue appeared dressed in a long black velvet
cloak; he assumed a diffident and most respectful manner; he bowed to
the ground.
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