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The manoeuvre was almost a challenge, and Odo was about to take it up when a pretty boy in a Scaramouch habit, waylaying him with various graceful antics, thrust a play-bill in his hand; and on looking round he found the girl and her gallant had disappeared.
And now Frankl, all unsupported, stood in unstable equilibrium, anon stooping to his finger-tips, then straining doubtfully forward with struggling arms from a too backward poise: for not only did the trousers lie a twisted emptiness far below his feet, but the feet themselves were lost in Young's boots, so he stood like Scaramouch, a mere sack, a working of his chin wobbling down his beard, and there was a blaze in his stare which Hogarth, unfortunately, did not well estimate.
This, however, is not original with Moliere, being entirely borrowed from Le Pedant Joue, Act ii, 4, of Cyrano de Bergerac . What is practically a translation of Les Fourberies de Scapin by Otway, was produced at the Duke's Theatre in 1677, and in the same year Ravenscroft included a great part of it in his Scaramouch a Philosopher, Harlequin a Schoolboy, Bravo, Merchant, and Magician.
Enter Scaramouch bare, bowing before Charmante, dress'd in a strange fantastical Habit, with Harlequin; salutes the Doctor. Char. Doctor Baliardo, most learned Sir, all Hail! Hail from the great Caballa of Eutopia. Doct. Char. The Fame of your great Learning, Sir, and Virtue is known with Joy to the renown'd Society. Doct.
I'll to the Gipsy, though I venture banging, To be undeceiv'd, 'tis hardly worth the hanging. SCENE III. The Chamber of Bellemante. Enter Scaramouch groping. Scar. Enter Harlequin groping. Har. Scar. Ha, I hear a soft Tread, if it were Mopsophil's, she wou'd not come by dark. Har. What a Devil, is it vanish'd? Scar. Devil, vanish'd! What can this mean? 'Tis a Man's Voice.
One time when he was pulling the string of a Scaramouch to a dance tune: "Sir," he observed, "this little travesty reminds me of a quaint story. It was in 1746, when I was completing my noviciate under the care of the Père Magitot, a man well on in years, of deep learning and austere morals.
Enter Scaramouch, peeping on all sides before he enters. You may advance, and fear none but your Friends. Scar. Away, and keep the door. Ela. Oh, dear Scaramouch! hast thou been at the Vice-Roy's? Scar. Ela. And hast thou delivered my Letter to his Nephew, Don Cinthio? Scar. Yes, yes, what should I deliver else? Ela. Well and how does he? Scar. Lord, how should he do? Ela. Why, well he shou'd do.
Grant this, and love me, if you will save the Life of Your Charmante. Live then, Charmante! Live as long as Love can last! Ela. Well, Cousin, Scaramouch tells me of a rare design's a hatching, to relieve us from this Captivity; here are we mew'd up to be espous'd to two Moon-calfs for ought I know; for the Devil of any human thing is suffer'd to come near us without our Governante and Keeper, Mr.
Occasionally a word of praise or caution was uttered, but for the most part they went along silently, the father receiving more warmth from the consciousness of successful paternity than we from the sun itself. Gondoliers can have pride: but there is no pride about a rampino, the old scaramouch who hooks the gondola at the steps. Since he too was once a gondolier this is odd.
According to this account and what was subsequently learned, it seemed that the scaramouch in question had gained a wonderful ascendency over almost everybody in the Jeroboam.
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