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His ejaculation was something so different from any tone any other person there present could have uttered that the actress's eye dwelt on him for a single moment, and in that moment he felt himself looked through and through. "I sold the young fops a bargain, you mean," was her calm reply; "and now I am come down to the old ones. A truce, Mr. Cibber, what do you understand by an actor?

"May I be permitted to ask whose portrait this is?" said Mr. Cibber slyly. "I distinctly told you, it was to be Peg Woffington's," said Mrs. Clive. "I think you might take my word." "Do you act as truly as you paint?" said Quin. "Your fame runs no risk from me, sir!" replied Triplet. "It is not like Peggy's beauty! Eh?" rejoined Quin. "I can't agree with you," cried Kitty Clive.

Speak it me in a voice that thunders it out indeed: I am the bold 'Thunder'. 'Thun'. I am the bold 'Thunder'. He was now with Penkethman, now with Cibber and others, joint-manager of a theatrical booth at Bartholomew Fair. Penkethman, Bullock and Dogget were in those days Macbeth's three witches.

My friend and I thought we should be more comfortable at the inn at Blackflelds, two miles farther on. We therefore went thither in the evening, and he was very entertaining; but I have preserved nothing but the pleasing remembrance, and his verses on George the Second and Cibber, and his epitaph on Parnell, which he was then so good as to dictate to me.

Snarl, by himself, is just supportable; but, when Soaper paves the way with his hypocritical praise, the pair are too much; they are a two-edged sword." Woffington. "Wanting nothing but polish and point." Vane. "Gentlemen, we abandon your neighbor, Mr. Quin, to you." Quin. "They know better. If they don't keep a civil tongue in their heads, no fat goes from here to them." Cibber. "Ah, Mr.

My friend and I thought we should be more comfortable at the inn at Blackshields, two miles farther on. We therefore went thither in the evening, and he was very entertaining; but I have preserved nothing but the pleasing remembrance, and his verses on George the Second and Cibber , and his epitaph on Parnell , which he was then so good as to dictate to me.

"Pooh, man," said Tarleton, haughtily, "none of your compliments;" and then added in a milder tone, "No, Colley, we were abusing the immoralities that existed on the stage until thou, by the light of thy virtuous example, didst undertake to reform it." "Why," rejoined Cibber, with an air of mock sanctity, "Heaven be praised, I have pulled out some of the weeds from our theatrical /parterre/ "

Booth, however, a greater actor than Cibber, and a tragedian to boot, took a more business-like view of the proceedings, thinking thin houses the greatest indignity the stage could suffer.

With the greater cleanliness of our time, with all the additional experience of history, with the greater classical, aesthetic, and theological knowledge of our day, the sins of our poets are as much less excusable than those of Eusden, Blackmore, Cibber, and the rest, as Pope's "Dunciad" on them would be more righteously severe. Has Pope not said it already?

"I desir'd," wrote Cibber, "we might all enter into an immediate treaty with Booth, upon the terms of his admission. Dogget still sullenly reply'd, that he had no occasion to enter into any treaty. Wilks then, to soften him, propos'd that, if I liked it, Dogget might undertake it himself. I agreed. No! he would not be concern'd in it.

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