France -- History -- 15th century -- Juvenile fiction
It was a very queer theater, or at least it would look so to us to-day,
and the plays produced there did not in the least resemble those we are
accustomed to see.
Plays in the beginning were given in Latin, and were played in churches
on Christmas, Easter, and Good Friday. But when they began to be recited
in the language spoken by the people the church would have none of them,
and they were performed in the open air. The stage at Metz was nine
stories high, and as to whether their costumes were appropriate or the
contrary was a question which seemed to trouble the actors very little,
and it must have seemed rather odd to see the angel Gabriel appear in a
robe that had been worn by his Satanic Majesty in a previous scene.
There were a great many people in the play, which must have been very
confusing, because of the comic interludes where clowns danced about
performing their various antics, which had nothing whatever to do with
the play itself. The piece witnessed by Maximilian and his suite lasted
for three days, and Le Glorieux declared that he for one was glad when
it was finished.
"But you can not see such spectacles every day," said Philibert.
"Thank fortune for that!" said the fool.
"But are you not fond of the drama?"
"Yes, and I am also fond of bread, but I should not like to eat bread
every minute for three days."
At Linz they stopped to pay their respects to the old emperor, whom
Marguerite never had seen, or at least not since her babyhood, which
does not count. Frederick the Third was almost eighty years old now. He
had given up the government of the country to his son, and had retired
to his palace at Linz, where he pursued his "studies," as he called
them, and which he fondly imagined them to be, though to-day his
pursuits would make a boy of average intelligence smile broadly.
When Frederick was selected to be the emperor of Austria he thought over
the matter for eleven weeks before he could make up his mind to accept
the honor thus proffered him. He never has been called a wise or a
worthy ruler; quite the contrary, indeed; but the fact that he took time
to think the matter over shows that he realized that the duties of his
position would not be child's play, and as he had reigned for more than
fifty years, it may be supposed that he was rather tired of it by this
time. The emperor was a tall, white-haired old man of majestic
appearance, with a heavy, protruding under lip. He kissed his son on
both cheeks, and saluted his granddaughter in the same way, though
without any extravagant display of affection, doubtless having his mind
at the moment on his laboratory, where he was engaged in trying a number
of experiments, of which writers of his day speak with a great deal of
respect, not to say awe.
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