"Their Majesties' Servants." Annals of the English Stage (Volume 3 of 3)Doran, Dr. (John)
History
"Their Majesties' Servants." Annals of the English Stage (Volume 3 of 3)
Doran, Dr. (John)
Actors -- Great Britain; Theater -- Great Britain -- History
While the son was anxiously and painfully laying those foundations,
the sire was absolutely electrifying audiences at Covent Garden by
old flashes of his might, or disappointing them by his incapacity,
or his capricious absence. He reminded me of Don Juan, who, though
he went with open eyes recklessly to destruction, flung off the
fiends who at last grasped him, with a fearful, but vainly expended
energy. On one night, when he played Othello to Young's Iago, the
Cassio of Charles Kemble, the Roderigo of Farley, and the Desdemona
of Miss Jarman, I saw strong men clamber from the pit, over the lower
boxes, to escape suffocation, and weak men, in a fainting condition,
passed by friendly hands towards the air, in the same way. I remember
Charles Kemble, in his lofty, bland way, trying to persuade a
too-closely packed audience to fancy themselves comfortable, and to
be silent, which they would not be till _he_ appeared, who, on that,
and some after nights, could subdue them to silence or stir them into
ecstasy, at his will.
To those who saw him from the front, there was not a trace of
weakening of any power in him. But, oh ye few who stood between the
wings where a chair was placed for him, do you not remember the
saddening spectacle of that wrecked genius--a man in his very prime,
with not merely the attributes of age about him, but with some of the
infirmities of it, which are wont to try the heart of love itself.
Have you forgotten that helpless, speechless, fainting mass bent up
in that chair; or the very unsavoury odour of that very brown, very
hot, and very strong brandy-and-water, which alone kept alive the
once noble Moor? Aye, and _still_ noble Moor; for when his time came,
he looked about as from a dream, and sighed, and painfully got to his
feet, swayed like a column in an earthquake, and in not more time
than is required for the telling of it, was before the audience, as
strong and as intellectually beautiful as of old;--but only happy in
the applause which gave him a little breathing space, and saved him
from falling dead upon the stage.
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