Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
General
Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
Across the upper end, as on a dais, the stage was erected, and
curtained off from the main body of the hall; before it sat the
members of the orchestra, and behind them were the people of the
town, seated in close rows on wooden benches. Along the sides were
balconies hung with crimson cloth, emblazoned with the arms of all
the princes of the Protestant League, and lighted by oil lamps of
warmly-coloured glass, for the accommodation of the pompous
burgomaster and grandees of the city. The stage, which was
surmounted by the arms of the duchy, and the triple helmet, was
profusely gilded, and brilliantly illuminated by rows of wax candles,
having reflectors, which threw a blaze of light upon a blue curtain,
leaving the audience comparatively in the shade.
We were all attention, and as we occupied the most prominent stall
next to those of the burgomaster and Sir David Drummond, governor of
the town, we had a good opportunity of observing the citizens as they
crowded into their places. This species of entertainment was almost
new in Glückstadt; thus, as the expectation and excitement were
great, the theatre was soon filled, and in the most prominent part of
the pit I observed our Hausmeister, with his bombasted breeches, high
ruff, and great basket-hilted espadone, and with a Dutch pipe in his
mouth, like most of the men around him, enveloping himself in a cloud
of smoke, which soon concealed him from the indignant glances of the
blooming female audience. These were dames whose gay dresses made
the area appear like a parterre of flowers; and I observed that they
were generally softly featured, and brightly complexioned--the young
wearing their fair hair dressed over high combs of fretted silver or
gold, after the ancient fashion of Holstein; while the old and the
married wore large linen coifs, like those of our Lowland women at
home.
Many of our Scottish cavaliers, in their bright corslets and laced
doublets, with their high ruffs and white scarfs, and a few of the
counts and barons of the swampy neighbourhood, were in the balconies;
and some of the wild-looking clansmen of my own valiant regiment, in
their tartan plaids and buff coats, were scattered here and there,
gazing with active-eyed wonder from among the mass of stolid-visaged
Holsteiners, some of whom wore hats and ruffs, in fashion a hundred
years old. The people waxed impatient, and the clatter of heavy
swords and spurred boots on the floor, announced it from time to
time, though the orchestra endeavoured to soothe them by performing a
piece of music with their fiddles, viols, sacbuts, shalms, and flutes.
I was just wondering who a very pretty damsel, in a brocaded boddice
and low-bossomed ruff, might be, when Ian exclaimed--
"Ece! behold!" and I turned towards the stage.
The blue curtain had suddenly vanished, and a beautiful scene was
disclosed.
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