The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
General
The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
spectators--the simplicity of pastoral is lost upon the present age.
To-day, the wheels are greased by your humble servant; and I mean to
present the burgesses of Olmédo with a pageant of my own
invention--_Finis coronabit opus_. I have got a stage erected, on
which, God willing, shall be represented by my scholars a piece of my
own composing, entitled and called, _The Amusements of Muley
Bugentuf, King of Morocco_. It will be played to perfection, for my
pupils declaim like the players of Madrid. They are lads of family
at Penafiel and Segovia, boarders with me. They know how to touch
the passions! To be sure they have rehearsed under my tuition; their
emphasis will seem as if struck in the mint of their master--_ut ita
dicam_. With respect to the piece I shall not say a word about
it--you shall be taken by surprise. I shall simply state that it
must produce a deep impression on the audience. It is one of those
tragic subjects which harrow up the soul, by images of death
presented to the senses in all their fearful forms. I am of
Aristotle's mind, terror is a principal engine. O! if I had written
for the stage, I would have introduced none but bloody tyrants, and
death-dispensing heroes. Not all the perfumes of Arabia should have
sweetened this blood-polluted hand; I would have been up to my elbows
in gore. There would have been tragedy with a vengeance; principal
characters! ay, guards and attendants should all have been sprawling
together. I would have butchered every man of them, and the prompter
into the bargain. In a word, I refine upon Aristotle, and border on
the horrible--that is my taste. These plays to tear a cat in, are
the only things for popularity; the actors live merrily on their own
dying speeches, and the authors roll in luxury on the devastation of
mankind.
Just as this harangue was over, we saw a great crowd of both sexes
coming out of town into the plain. Who should it be, but the
new-married couple, attended by their families and friends, with ten
or twelve musicians in the van, producing a most obstreperous din of
harmony. We went up to them, and Diego introduced himself. Peals of
congratulation were immediately rung through the assembly, and every
one was eager to shake him by the hand. He had enough upon his
shoulders to receive all their fraternal embraces. Relations and
strangers, all were for having a pull at him. At length his father
said, You are welcome, Diego. You find your kinsmen living upon the
fat of the land, my friend. I shall say no more at present: a nod is
as good as a wink. Meanwhile the company went forward upon the
plain, took their stations under the tents, and sat down to table. I
kept close to my companion, and we both dined with the happy couple,
who appeared to be suitably matched. The meal was not soon over, for
the schoolmaster had the vanity to give three courses, for the
purpose of cutting out his brothers, who had not been so magnificent
in their hospitalities.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account