The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
But I did not get clear off with the squeezes of the principal
performers. The civilities of the scene-painters, the band, the
prompter, the candle-snuffer, and the call-boy were to be endured
with patience; all the understrappers in the theatre came to see me
run the gantlet. One would have supposed one's self in a foundling
hospital, and that they had none of them ever known what sort of
animals brothers and sisters were.
In the mean time the play began. Some gentlemen, who were behind the
scenes, then ran to get seats in the front of the house: for my part,
feeling myself quite at home, I continued in conversation with those
of the actors who were waiting to go on. Among the number there was
one whom they called Melchior. The name struck me. I looked hard at
the person who answered to it, and thought I had seen him somewhere.
At last I recollected that it was Melchior Zapata, a poor strolling
player, who has been described, in the first volume of this true
history, as soaking his crusts in the pure element.
I immediately took him aside, and said, I am much mistaken if you are
not that Signor Melchior with whom I had the honor of breakfasting
one day by the margin of a clear fountain, between Valladolid and
Segovia. I was with a journeyman barber. We had some provisions
with us which we clubbed with yours, and all three partook of a
little rural feast, to which wit and anecdote gave additional relish.
Zapata bethought him for a minute or two, and then answered, You tell
me of a circumstance which often since came across my mind. I had
then just been trying my fortune at Madrid, and was returning to
Zamora. I recollect perfectly that my affairs were a little out at
elbows. I recollect it too, replied I, by the token of a doublet
which you wore, lined with play-bills. Neither have I forgotten that
you complained of having a wife cursed with incorruptible chastity.
O! that misfortune has found its remedy long ago, said Zapata,
shaking his ears. By all the powers of womanhood, the jade has
effectually reformed that virtue, and given me a warmer lining to my
doublet.
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