THE RIVALS DRAMATIS PERSONE AS ORIGINALLY ACTED AT COVENT-GARDEN THEATRE IN 1775 SIR ANTHONY ABSOLUTE CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE FAULKLAND ACRES. SIR LUCIUS O'TRIGGER. FAG DAVID . THOMAS MRS. MALAPROP LYDIA LANGUISH JULIA LUCY Mr. Shuter. Mr. Woodward. Mr. Lewis. Mr. Quick. Mr. Lee. Mr. Lee Lewes. Mr. Dunstal. Mr. Fearon. 'Mrs. Green. Miss Barsanti. Mrs. Bulkley. Mrs. Lessingham. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL DRAMATIS PERSONE AS ORIGINALLY ACTED AT DRURY-LANE THEATRE IN 1777 SIR PETER TEAZLE SIR OLIVER SURFACE Mr. King. Mr. Yates. SIR HARRY BUMPER SIR BENJAMIN BACKBITE JOSEPH SURFACE CHARLES SURFACE CARELESS SNAKE. CRABTREE ROWLEY MOSES TRIP Mr. Gawdry. Mr. Dodd. Mr. Palmer. Mr. Smith. Mr. Farren. Mr. Packer. Mr. Parsons. Mr. Aickin. Mr. Baddeley. Mr. Lamask. Mrs. Abington. LADY TEAZLE LADY SNEERWELL MRS. CANDOUR MARIA. Miss Sherry. Miss Pope. Miss P. Hopkins. Gentlemen, Maid, and Servants SCENE: London THE RIVALS A COMEDY PROLOGUE BY THE AUTHOR SPOKEN BY MR. WOODWARD AND MR. QUICK Enter SERJEANT-AT-LAW and ATTORNEY following and giving a paper Serj. What's here! a vile cramp hand! I cannot see Without my spectacles. Att. He means his fee. Nay, Mr. Serjeant, good sir, try again. [Gives money. Serj. The scrawl improves! [more] O come, 'tis pretty plain. Hey! how's this? Dibble! A poet's brief! a poet and a fee! Att. Yes, sir! though you without reward, I know, Would gladly plead the Muse's cause. Serj. So! - so! Att. And if the fee offends, your wrath should fall On me. Serj. Dear Dibble, no offence at all. Att. Some sons of Phoebus° in the courts we meetSerj. And fifty sons of Phoebus in the Fleet°! 5 Att. Nor pleads he worse, who with a decent sprig Of bays adorns his legal waste of wig. Serj. Full-bottomed heroes thus, on signs, unfurl A leaf of laurel in a grove of curl! Yet tell your client, that, in adverse days, 10 This wig is warmer than a bush of bays. Att. Do you, then, sir, my client's place supply, Do you, with all those blushing powers of face, 15 Rise in the court, and flourish on the case. [Exit. Serj. For practice then suppose this brief will show it, Me, Serjeant Woodward, counsel for the poet. With this dread court, from whence there's no appeal; 20 No tricking here, to blunt the edge of law, Or, damned in equity, escape by flaw: But judgment given, your sentence must remain; |